Another travel is coming, and my anxiety goes up. Ok, hello, my old friend, never liked you, but can live with you now.

I love life stories from fellow humans. I also love to notice small or even tiny details in those stories. Something unexpected, something that makes their eyes shine.

So here’s the moment when the main topics have run out and I don’t know what to write about right now.

I’m not a particularly artistic person. I’m not a photographer, painter, musician, actor or anything else. I’m just a software engineer with some hobbies.

My only public display of creativity is this blog and some channel for my friends. So it’s writing. But whether it’s because I’m used to doing it, or simply because these are just written thoughts from my head, I don’t consider it creative “for real”.

Recently I came across some sort of online flashmob, with the question something like “How many seasons (like in TV series) were in your life”? And I thought – it’s a good question for self-reflection. Instead of TV seasons could be chapters or acts, call them whatever you like.

This world is extremely complex and deceptively simple.

This is a rant post. Do not expect any benefit from reading this. I wanna talk about my perpetual struggles with writing format.

Just a bunch of unrelated thoughts that came to my mind recently.