To paraphrase Robert Louis Stevenson’s quote, “I travel not to go anywhere but to walk,” I want to state that I also walk no to go somewhere.
In this post, I want to stress that it is the journey that counts. For me, it is the process that is most crucial in practically every aspect of my life. I wrote many times before about how do I walk. Usually, I have some preliminary plans of the direction I want to go. Still, after getting out of the car or my house, I often change my idea immediately. When I go out to take pictures, I do not want to go to a precise place. Indeed, it does not matter whether I walk in the direction of the Srodmiescie, Ursynow, Ochota, or Wlochy districts. I live in one of the largest Warsaw districts named Mokotow, and sometimes I do not cross the districts’ border.
On the other hand, when I want to walk after my work (near Bemowo district), I usually walk along with Bemowo, Ursus, or Wola districts.
It is the moment when I also do not have any plan regarding my walk. It is the journey that matters at all for me. Whether we talk about life’s aim or another small strolling along Warsaw’s streets, my mission’s objective is unknown. The older I become, the more I realize that I would never find a true purpose in one’s life. I love being in the flux of creative powers. Since I started regularly taking photos, writing texts, preparing new editions of “Diaries” and other works (like “Negation of the End,” Ostensible Abstraction,” or “Death”), I realized that I do not have to know why I do all these things.
Simultaneously, I do not have to understand why I was born and what drives me to live. Does it mean that I want to end my life? Of course not. The journey called life is, undoubtedly, the most remarkable thing that people can experience.
