Often, when I want to write something profound, I feel I have an empty mind.
I wrote this text on the 30th of January, 2026. It was a day when I had to focus on my office job (even though I was working remotely due to an injury to my right calf), and nothing spectacular happened. Of course, I was not doing street photography. When I finished my job, I took a nap (over 30 minutes). Then, I was hoping that with a refreshed mind, an idea to write something meaningful would appear. Unfortunately, I was wrong. The idea did not come. Even now, while writing the flow of words coming from my intellect, I feel I have an empty mind: a mind without new and fresh ideas. I do not know how Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Marcel Proust, or Stanisław Lem could write so many books, so many words that are being read years after their deaths.
I wish I could write similar things – similar in terms of time.
Speaking shortly, I want to write things that will stand the test of time and which will be read by future generations. I do not want to earn money from my writings. I honestly do not care how many readers or followers I have. The truth is that I do not expect anything from my writing process, except the fact that there will be many moments when I will have an empty mind. I believe in the writing process. I have no doubt that many of my texts are not groundbreaking and do not bring fresh ideas to humanity.
Still, I believe that with each step, that is with each writing, I am becoming closer to becoming the powerful writer who will be read by millions of other people in the future.
Thus, someone someday will read all my texts and choose the best and most meaningful ones to compile them into one book, album, and mix them with my photos. I allow future editors to do it freely, as I know that there are infinite ways to match my texts with pictures, or set my photos into various collages.
