Since the 1st of September, 2017, since I was running this website, I often ask myself whether to read or write?
With every year passing by, I prefer to write new texts than to read new books. Why does it happen? Before I answer this question, I want to provide answers to other issues. I want to answer problems like what is reading and what is writing. Reading is getting to know other peoples’ thoughts previously transformed on the paper or the virtual paper (like in my example) on the Word format document. On the other hand, writing alters one’s thoughts via decoded signs (letters) into words written on paper (or virtual).
For centuries all civilizations that left written information are usually recognized as developed civilizations.
On the other hand, some civilizations did not leave anything for posterity (let’s named them barbarians). Today we consider them as undeveloped cultures. When I think about whether to read or write, I often feel that I want to symbolically give to my contemporaries my personal, inner contribution to the fact that the period in which I live would be considered as a magnificent time of intellectual prosperity, thanks to the fact that we left many written things for posterity.
Do I have proper writing skills? It is too hard for me to judge myself. Luckily, the Grammarly app helps me with corrections. Whether I am good at it or not, I know that I want to be as prolific as possible. Thus, while asking myself whether to read or write, I choose the latter one. Indeed, I am a little bit sad that I do not learn other peoples’ thoughts as much as I want to by reading.
Nevertheless, I know that I do correctly by writing many new things.
This post is another brick in the wall in my whole process of creation. I have no doubts that all my texts, photographs, and works (“Diaries,” “Negation of the End,” or “Birds”) would be accepted and read by posterity. Who knows, maybe also contemporaries will appreciate my artistic activities, but I don’t care if it happens.
