I am convinced that the desire to write is equal to a willingness to live.
May 2020 was one of the worst months in terms of the number of posts written. The reason was that I rarely got up at 5 am to be able to write content. Until the day came on the 20th of May 2020. On this day, I wrote a post in the evening (in this part of the day, I rarely write new content). After writing it, new inspirations came to my mind. This post is one of them. I want to emphasize in it that transferring thoughts to virtual paper has become an indispensable element of my life. For me, writing is life. The desire to write is equal to a willingness to live.
Sharing your feelings, thoughts, communicating with other people is undoubtedly the first activity that made us people in all their glory.
My dream is to become not only the most prolific photographer but also a writer/blogger. Let my thoughts slowly, at a steady pace, like a growing tree, circulate the world to inspire other people, like a burning, invisible torch. I want my thoughts to be rooted in human civilization’s mind in the same way that giant trees are rooted in the ground. That’s why I am writing. Even if there are sometimes periods in my life when I cannot write, or I write less, I know that after this sad period, another appears, when I will be able more frequently to transform my thoughts to virtual paper.
When I write, I feel alive.
Writing is an activity thanks to which I can genuinely express myself, on a level similar to taking photos. That’s why I do it. Moreover, that’s the reason why I want to write until the end of my life. Ok. That will be enough writing for today.
