Writing with someone is a job, a profession, a hobby, a passion. For me, writing is more than that without it, I feel like I cannot learn anything every day, do nothing and earn nothing for myself. Frustration, annoyance, regret, sadness, worry … that is the flow of my feelings when I don’t write one day.
I write in many forms. Write on your computer, write in notebooks, write on sticky notes, write on note-taking apps on your phone. I write continuously throughout the day, partly by work, partly because I always remind myself that “a blurred pen stroke is better than a good memory”. I get excited every time I read, learn, hear something interesting and then keep it in my notebooks. They are invaluable to me.
A few days ago, I felt in crisis and didn’t know why. My thoughts and feelings – all very messy and inexcusable. I was caught up in a whirlwind of negativity, tormented myself, feeling stuck, empty and in a moment that seemed to be a complete collapse, I thought of my habit: writing.
As if pressed by some force, I sat at my desk and hurriedly wrote down what I was thinking. I don’t care what I’m writing about, are linked, coherent or mean. I just write, write and write.
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