Wherever I go, whatever I do, whether I walk or sit at home due to injury, I do not feel alone, because I have my thoughts.
The truth is that my thoughts are an endlessly thrilling place to be. I cannot get bored with them. The truth is that I can note something noteworthy if something appears in my mind, even when I am seemingly bored. Later, I can always return to my notes. In fact, it is my writing creative process. I have been writing since May 2017 (I wrote the current text on the 21st of January, 2026). The more I do it, the more I desire to do it. After all, my first Gallup talent (Clifton Strengths) is intellection. It means I love rocking in the clouds. For people like me, Gallup recommends writing down thoughts. Undoubtedly, it will be a never-ending activity for my mind until my death. I see the flow of my thoughts appearing on my blog as unfinished work.
How sad I won’t be able to continue my work after my death.
It is a fascinating journey and correlation between my thoughts and written words. This text will be my 2237th text written for my blog. Each of the texts has a minimum of 300 words. Does it mean I am glad? Yes and no. Yes, because I think that it is a lot. No, because I feel it is only the beginning. I believe that even after 10, 20, or even 30 years of regular writing, I will feel it is only the beginning of my romance with my thoughts. Also, I can easily imagine that even after 30 years of writing, I will still have a feeling that I haven’t written anything profound. I do not expect any result from my writings. I expect only hardship and a great journey ahead of me.
