In old age, I would like to look at my childhood photo and say to myself that everything was and is fine, even though it was damn hard.Â
I believe in effort. I believe that effort, struggle, and adversity can make a little bit of sense of my life. How is that possible? After all, people, in general, look for convenience, fame, and fortune. I am not one of them. I do not want to chase an illusion. Life is tough. Most of us know it. I do not expect life to treat me delicately. On the contrary, I added to my daily routine such things as intermittent fasting (I do not eat before 7 p.m.), exposing my body to cold by taking cold showers and walking in summer clothes in frigid temperatures, and rucking (walking with a heavy rucksack). I started doing all these things to feel pain and adversity.
I believe that by doing these things, I will be both mentally and physically better prepared for the real-life challenges, like e.g., war against the Russian trolls.
Don’t get me wrong, Fyodor Dostoyevsky (one of my favorite writers). Still, if your rashists comrades cross the Polish border, they will be literally burning in hell. By the way, did I mention that if the Polish army were to recruit me and send me to the front lines on the battlefield, I would simply do it? Without hesitation. I do not want to escape the war if it comes to my homeland.
That’s how I want to proudly look at my photograph while in old age.
I want to be proud of myself and that I managed to save my country from the fucking Putin’s soldiers. Also, this blog and my street photography will be another testimony for Poland and all the Poles. After all, who among us does not love to see Warsaw as it is today (I wrote this text on the 4th of November, 2025, while being in my middle age, a time when I am reflecting on my life and my commitment to my country).
