I have moments when taking photos on Warsaw’s streets and writing new texts are difficult. Sometimes these moments are during rainy days.
During these days, I do not take as many photos as during, e.g., cloudy or sunny days. What is worse, sometimes, like today (I wrote this post on the 27th of August, 2021), I have double bad luck. Why? Because it is not only raining in Warsaw. I also have lack of inspiration to write anything intelligent. I hope that I will write something profound in this text. Still, the truth is that I am only human. I do not have to be creatively prolific every day.
Perhaps, sometimes I need only to hug my beloved Kamilka, our kitty named Azorek, listen to music, and read Taschen’s book. I do not have to create something every day. Still, even if I have lack inspiration during rainy days, so I don’t even take photos, and I do not know what to write, I still try to do it.
This post is proof of it.
Usually, when I do not know what I want to write, I try to close my eyes and start writing everything that comes to my mind. Undoubtedly, it is impossible to be continually creative on the highest level. I suppose (but I am not sure of that!) that even Pablo Picasso and Salvador Dali had worse days regarding their artistic activity. Or, maybe they were exceptions, few artists among millions who were creatively prolific throughout their whole lives. I do not know. I know that I am not a demigod. The truth is that I sometimes must merely take a rest. Did I already write that taking a rest is as crucial as being hardworking? I think I wrote about it already, but I will try to write a new text about it in my subsequent post.
