The older I am, the more I consider my life to be the aimless journey of a simple man.
I wrote this text on the 23rd of January, 2024. It was usual for me when nothing extraordinary happened. On that day, I started to think about fame, not for the first time in my life. In today’s world, more and more people desire fame. They treat fame as the ultimate aim of their lives. I do not believe in fame and money. Of course, these things can help with some issues in one’s life. Still, I do not believe I was born to spend my time, resources, and energy seeking other people’s approval, appraisal, and money. No. I do not want instant gratification. Fame is an illusion.
It is simply vain.
Undoubtedly, while strolling and doing street photography, writing, or preparing subsequent “Diaries” editions, I do not think about fame and whether others will like what I do. Does it mean I know the purpose of my artistic activity and life? No. As I wrote at the beginning of this text, my life is an aimless journey of a simple man. I am not a demigod. The older I am, the more I see and feel I have more disadvantages rather than advantages. Undoubtedly, while aging, I become more critical of myself. I am aware that I am not the center of the world, even though the center of the Universe, for me, is in my mind, heart, and soul.
I often use the “The older I am…” phrase.
Does it mean I feel old and weak? Contrary. With aging, I think I am increasingly conscious of all my superpowers and weaknesses. Perhaps, in my aimless journey called life, with each year, I become wiser. Does it mean I am the most intelligent person in this world? No, I am not. The fact I am more knowledgeable does not imply I am wise.
