I wrote this text on the 11th of March, 2025. It was a day when I had no energy to write.
The truth is that I was not only working eight hours in the office. Straight after finishing my work, I decided to go for a ruck. The weight of my rucksack was 30 kg (66 lbs). I made over 11k steps during a 2-hour walk. When I returned home after 7 p.m., I realized I was tremendously tired. I thought I wouldn’t write anything today. I felt that after a whole day of mental (in the office) and physical (during rucking) effort, I wouldn’t write anything profound. But then, a spark of determination ignited within me. I refused to let my exhaustion win.
I decided to transform my negative thoughts into something meaningful.
Speaking shortly, I decided to convert my weakness into power. I do not want to give up writing, even when tired. I fight for myself against myself, not only by rucking and exposing my body to cold, but also by writing while being totally fatigued. Even though I did not have the energy to write, I started doing it. Do I write for the sake of writing? Perhaps I do. After all, I believe in a process. I do not think that one of my texts will become groundbreaking.
I believe that the summarization of all my works, including texts and photographs, will become my opus magnum that will be analyzed hundreds of years after my death. How happy I am that I should work less during the next few days because I will be using my overtime. I hope I will have the energy not only to ruck but also to write. I hope to write until I die, undoubtedly. In the writing process, I trust. This text is another brick in the wall that will help to commemorate all my creative activities.
