The older I am, the more I see that writing down one’s thoughts and insights is a never-ending process.
I wrote this text on the 30th of November, 2024. It was a typical weekend day for me in Warsaw. I woke up at 10 a.m. Then, I read Marcel Proust’s “In Search of Lost Time” masterpiece and some Taschen books. I went out to ruck and do street photography wearing summer clothes while it was 5 degrees Celsius (41 degrees Fahrenheit). After taking almost 13k steps with an additional 22 kg (49 lbs) on my back and shoulders, I returned home and took a short nap after warming up. Then, I wanted to write something (I had a few days’ break in writing due to work overload in my office job [remember, my Dear Friend, I work in a broadly defined finance]).
Still, I did not know what I wanted to note. Then, I realized I had many similar cases in the past.
When I have writer’s block, I often try to close my eyes and write whatever comes to my mind. The title of this post is an example of my first flow of thoughts. The truth is that I hope to write until the end of my life or until my health allows me to do it. Sometimes I have some thoughts that perhaps I have nothing wise to write anymore. After moments of doubt, I always realize that I will always have something to say and write down to share my insights with others. Undoubtedly, it is a never-ending process. I read a lot. Also, I talk with other people. These interactions are my primary source of inspiration, and I can’t imagine a life without them. But most importantly, I’ve learned that perseverance is key in this journey of writing. I hope to write until I die.
