My new plan Hey,
you may haven’t heard from me for a while (I just wrote a few posts in the mean time on my personal blog). Excuse me for doing such a long break from Medium, I should continue blogging also on Medium, even if my schedule isn’t really allowing that. Writing helps me get rid of those things that anger me and are a really good therapy sometimes.
How the story continued A few weeks ago, everything looked like our friendship did end. But I’m happy that it didn’t. After around two weeks and after I thought a lot about it, I have overcome my self and texted you again. I confronted you although you were ill, I’m so sorry for that. We both agreed we behaved stupidly, everyone busy with his own lives.
Since then our friendship recovered.
Really good friends Best friends. The one exception were a friendship between girl and boy works.
We knew each other really well. All the details, even intimate ones.
But now, our friendship has ended.
You said, I wouldn’t care enough about you. Although I tried to be there for you all the time. I always listened to your sorrows. I always tried to help you. You didn’t seem to notice that.
Finding the true activity that fulfills you Lately I have become quieter here on Medium and generally on my blogs. No one has probably noticed this and I would like to sound the all-clear to everyone else.
However, it’s not because I don’t enjoy writing anymore or anything, but I have recently found ideas for my other passion, programming and development, which I am now pursuing.
And that’s what this short article is all about:
And my desire to write a book
Starting this morning, I’ve been wondering what I can write about all the time. I think, think and think. But fuck, no fucking idea comes to my mind. Why does my creativity fail me so much?
The lack of a suitable idea for an article puts me under pressure. Again and again I remember the mantra preached by so many authors here on Medium to post an article every day.
Indirect advice to those who think their lives suck Experiences from the recent past have taught me with my 18 years of age a lot that some people might not learn in their whole life. I have learnt, for example, what a great gift it is to be allowed to live in this world, in a country where there is peace, where I have enough food and drink and where I do not have to fear to go begging on the streets.
In order to relax Although I do like weekdays, Although I like to work, Although I do like, To get up in the morning, To do things, To think, To type into the keyboard, To talk in meetings.
I also like to relax sometimes, to listen to music, to watch videos, to read books, to write messages, to eat delicious food, to meet people.
I think relaxation is important. Also for the person who, like me, only feels good when he or she has something to do all the time, who can’t bear to be bored, unproductive, who writes an article at half past ten in the evening, just to have done something productive during the day.
Is going broader wrong?
Ok, this is another post about my peculiarities as a writer, but why can’t I introduce them to you, maybe to encourage a little discussion? 😉
A widespread view in the writer community is that if you really want to make a difference as a writer, you have to focus on a specific niche. That you always have to write about the same topics. Best always in the same style.
The night before the funeral It’s the night before the funeral
You can’t sleep
You woke up at 4:00 in the morning
keep you from sleeping
You consider what will be
How to master the future
How you can be strong
I just lost my dad.
And the unique opportunity to value it There are people who live until they are over 100 years old. They live a happy life, in which there are rarely any particular lows, they never have the problem of having to worry about financial or physical security, they have children who are doing well and only leave the world’s light when they have already received a pension for decades.
But for others, things are quite different.