Before I started writing this text, I felt I had a total emptiness in my mind.
I wanted to write something, but I did not know what.
Yesterday, I was too tired to write anything. Perhaps if I could only have had a piece of an idea to develop in my text, I would do it. Still, I did not have it. Today, it was practically the same situation. After working for almost 12 hours, I did not have energy or ideas to write anything. Still, knowing that yesterday I did not write anything, I wanted to write a piece of text. I wanted to write for writing’s sake. That’s how the title for this appeared, straight out of my empty mind. I am not a genius writer.
I do not know if my texts will be read 100 years after my death. The only thing I know is that the struggle will be with me until my final days. I know that adversities won’t leave me alone. If they do, it would probably mean that I am already dead. I will finish this writing, because I must go to sleep quickly.
