Saved by the power of words.

It's been a long time, since I was here- writing...

For a few months I've been struggling;

"You don't have a talent"

"Nobody is reading your stuff"

"You can't even write"

etc.

I limited myself only to reading. I started to lose hope and self-confidence. Other people believed in me, more than I believed in myself. It brought me my hope and faith back.

I saw that they are waiting for the moment, I will start to write again.

Despite that- I needed time. I had to process in my head all of it. My struggling was real and deep. However, in the end I understood one thing- without writing, I am not living my life to the fullest. There is something missing. The world is not whole. It finally got me.

Actually yesterday one situation happened and made me realize, how much I love books and the power of words. Probably not all people know I come from Poland, but now I live in Bucharest, in Romania. I started to learn Romanian language, but it is really difficult to use this language in a conversational level. Everyday I speak English, I read books in English and Polish language. I am writing this words of introduction, to make you understand the meaning of yesterday's situation. I met my friend, we went out to sit, talk and hang out in the Irish Pub, in Bucharest. While being there, I saw the old man coming to every table and ask for something. When he came to our table, I realized that he was selling books. This man was 81 years old. My Romanian friend started to talk with him, she told him I don't know Romanian language and I don't read books in Romanian. Unfortunately, all books he had, were in Romanian. Nothing in English. Anyway, I decided to buy one of them. I told my friend that even if I can't read this book, I will buy it, just because he is selling the treasures and

I want to support it. The view of this 81 years old man with books melted my heart and

I realized, there are so many people out there, who cherish the power of words, as much as me. It made me so happy and I took this situation as some kind of a sign for me, to not give up, to keep going with my writing. Books were always with me, words were always with me. Now I understand how important it is for me, to write, to create, to share my voice with others.

Even if, only few people will read my words. The most meaningful for me, is to inspire people to read, to dive into this amazing world of imagination, words and stories.

It is okay to struggle, to have some kind of a "artistic crisis", because in the end- your passion will knock on the door to your soul and you will open.

So, I will finish this piece now, but I ask you for one thing: DO NOT GIVE UP ON SOMETHING YOU TRULY LOVE!

#coverme