I have always written. I’ve needed it as far back as I can remember. First, there were poems, then short stories. The more I thought about them, the deeper and more profound they became. At one point, I realized that writing encouraged me to daydream too much. I spent twenty years of my life in such a period, and then I replaced daydreaming with plans. Imagination is good, but I prefer reality, however merciless and cruel it may be.

I love journalism. I consider myself lucky to do it, earn money, and live from writing. I am even happier because I work from home and have flexibility. I couldn’t imagine being locked in an office and dependent on one place now. I want to travel the world and write about what I see. Additionally, I want to write about sad topics and human destinies. Journalism has helped me open my eyes and realize how grateful I am.

So many people around us go through various hardships every day; they don’t have money, they are sick, or their loved ones are sick, they live in a war zone… Many people in this world struggle with carrying out everyday activities that we sometimes take for granted.

Sometimes I feel that this kind of thinking and these words are pathetic. It’s as if empathy is being lost, and epithets of, well, pathetic are attributed to it. I want to get rid of that feeling. I want this blog to be my way to that because I truly believe that the desire to write was planted in me for a reason.

I also love photography and will be posting some of my photos here.