How many beginnings of articles have I tested?
How many drafts did I start?
How many unfinished items were just waiting to be rounded?
Because for each writing I tried several topics.
There are also feelings and parts of my personality that I could not express as I would have liked and in the end maybe they did not have a meaning to my liking.
There are parts of me that don’t change.
Because, writing for me is the combination of a passion next to everyday work.
Maybe if the man was good at what he writes mediocre, his work would sound, and he still wouldn’t have the success he would have wanted if he had accomplished it.
I wrote about everything that caught my attention and was part of my circle.
Maybe I will try other themes, maybe there will be other stories in which I will try to overcome situations.
And no matter how many publications per week or per month I would write from now on, the topics will also keep up with me.