Overall, the best thing I’ve ever done in my life was starting this blog. During challenging times, it cheered me up; putting my thoughts on paper promotes clarity.
Even today, it’s motivating and interesting to read old articles I wrote, and I still find them incredibly helpful.
I’ve coped with anxiety all my life. I always had stomach issues, initially thinking it was due to diet or a gut problem, but the real trouble was in my mind. It’s incredible to consider how deeply connected this mental state is to the entire body.
I promised myself that I would never surrender. The anxiety I carry on my shoulders is a monster that has stopped me too many times from doing what I truly enjoy—first with music, then with sports.
For a long time, I tried to kill this monster, but I always failed. I’ve come to the conclusion that coexistence is the best solution, even if he doesn’t pay rent.
I’m a man of science; I like to think and reason logically, or at least that’s what I usually try to do. But not every important decision needs to be made logically.
Writing down my beliefs, goals, and plans has been simply and purely for clarity. The first step to solving any problem is being aware that there is one. Sometimes, that awareness is the biggest step. When I write, if I want to articulate a thought or a goal, writing logically isn’t always the best approach.
You just need to write, no matter how silly it seems. Then, after putting it down on paper, you can analyze it critically and logically. Step back, play the role of a third person, and consider what advice you’d give that person—often, it’s the best advice you could receive.
In my life, the main drive that has pushed me to study, to dream, and to crave more has always been, and still is, a feeling of dissatisfaction. I don’t consider myself a depressed person—quite the opposite. This dissatisfaction has always driven me to go deeper, to stay curious.
It’s a double-edged sword. It could propel me further than most people, but the real question is, at what cost?
Can we, after all, choose who we want to be?
What if I didn’t want to be this dissatisfied, driven person? Who else could I be? Despite spending 90% of my time serious and contemplative, I still consider myself a happy person who loves his life.
What is a more worthy, well-lived life: one spent mostly happy or one spent with the nagging feeling that you could always do more?
I know well that the world isn’t black and white. But in my experience, dissatisfaction and the serenity of simply living don’t always coexist easily.