The longer I write, the more I feel I find comfort in my own thoughts.
I wrote this text on the 19th of July, 2024. It was a day when nothing spectacular happened in my life. While walking and doing street photography on Warsaw’s streets, I suddenly realized that I hadn’t written a new text for four days. I had many other things to do, among others, working in my office job or walking and taking pictures in the capital of Poland. Still, I told myself something like this:
But why do I not write anything? After all, I always feel a surge of joy when I write the subsequent text for my blog. Writing relaxes me, and this mental activity brings me much joy and comfort.
After writing down my thoughts on my smartphone, I decided to write something after returning home. Even though I was tired after taking 12.5k steps in the scorching heat (I believe the heatwave also impacted my attitude toward writing within the last few days), I simply desired to transform some of my thoughts into written words. Indeed, that’s how this text appeared. Often, I consider writing as a form of relaxation, meditation, and a deep connection with my inner self.
By writing, I know I do something profound not only for myself but also for the whole of humankind, with my contemporaries and future generations at the forefront.
That’s how I find comfort in my own thoughts transformed into written words on the virtual blank sheet of paper. I’ve been writing for over seven years, and luckily, I still haven’t learned what real writer’s block is. I hope I will never get accustomed to writer’s block. I hope I will be mentally active and be able to transform my ideas into words for the next fifty years, and beyond.
