At the beginning, it was about showing what I see. Learning to do something regularly. There was no talk about results at all. Along the way, people and places appeared, and at some point, I even met myself.
Many days in life repeat themselves. They are quiet, ordinary, sometimes boring. When I look back from time to time, I realize that this is actually the real thing for me. The best and the most honest part. Still, once in a while, it is good to look into the noisy world.
All of this is a tool. A tool I use to work on myself, for myself, and maybe one day someone else will take something from it too. There are days when I feel like throwing it all away, shouting everything out. And there are days when I am simply glad that something is finished and that I did not give up.
These are my views, experiences, emotions, stories, and mistakes. On the internet, I could be anyone. I chose a path I am willing to walk.
As I move through life, I have messed up a lot of things. But from time to time, something actually works out. Not every victory is visible to the world. Maybe it is, but maybe no one notices that I just won my biggest battles with myself. Who really cares that I rode 300 kilometers on a bike, cooked a great meal, pushed through a hard workout, or figured out something I did not know yesterday.
What if I achieved a victory and no one clapped? What if no one told me I did well? What if no one ever liked my post, shared it, wrote a comment, sent a message, or called me? What if no one noticed at all.
Would I fail? Would I keep creating? Is what I do still real if no one is watching.
Applause feels good. A heart icon too. But there is something more than a smiling photo or a like on a video.
For me, all of this started with a simple question: what if you start writing right now, even if you do not know what about, how, or where.
Writing slowly turned into photography, sports, videos. A community started to form, and a kind of journey began. A journey toward something I still do not fully understand.
When I look back for a moment, it all starts to make sense. Article by article, workout by workout, photo by photo, thought by thought.
Maybe that something is called life. And it slowly moves me to places and toward people I would never meet from my couch.
I do not overthink it. I just look around. I realize that I always have two options. One of them is to keep going, even when I do not feel ready. Because what if that is exactly when life happens.







