I must admit it: I am not a demigod, and I feel powerless in the face of the surrounding reality. The last days proved it, not for the first time in my life.
I wrote this text on the 25th of January, 2026. It was a beautiful Sunday when I left my home. I was tremendously happy to be able to walk. I took over 10k steps and took over 200 pictures on Warsaw’s streets (Włochy district) on this day. While walking and recalling the injury of my right calf that happened on the 15th of January, 2026, I realized that I was not a demigod. I know I have written many times on my blog that I was not a demigod. Still, sometimes, after walking for two hours in summer clothes in freezing temperatures, or after rucking with 37.5 kg (83 lbs) on my back and shoulders, I truly felt like an immortal human with superpowers.
The injury reminded me of my place in this Universe.
I know that whatever I do and accomplish, I will remain a powerless human who can disappear from this world within a fraction of a second. Does it mean I got upset when I realized I was not a superhero? Of course, not. I know it all the time. I am a real nowhere man. The truth is that I am the most mundane person who has ever stomped on this planet. I am not like Salvador DalÃ, who considered himself a genius from an early age (I would agree that Dalà was indeed a pure genius). I am happy I am a simple man, vulnerable to everything that can happen to humans. Pain and adversity, injuries, and illnesses are inseparable parts of human life. I will finish this text, because I will start writing another one. Then, I will go to sleep.
