You may find it hard to believe, but I am not a bot, nor an artificial intelligence, nor a programmed generator of articles from the morning press review. I did not find the photos you see here in the depths of the Internet, and the text you are reading was created in a real, although slightly graying head.

For as long as I can remember, my passion has been creating. Regardless of whether I was writing programs, for which I devoted half of my professional life, or managing people - which took up the other half of it, or constructing furniture, building a stove, sewing or cooking - I was always turned on by that paternal thrill that appears when you give breath to something new, which without cutting off a large piece of yourself, would never have a chance to come into being.

In my work, the most important thing for me is to find a buyer for my works. However, the point is not to pay cash, but to buy understood as appreciation and recognition. Everyone needs recognition. I probably need it more than others, which my dear friend from behind the fence often makes me realize. If I were a painter, I would probably present my paintings on the street, in some busy place, and I would quickly lose inspiration if I didn't see any interest from passers-by. But even if I didn't get a penny for my works, in exchange for words of admiration from time to time, I could put down roots there, painting.

I don't know if you feel the same way, but for me, starting another decade of life motivates me to rearrange my furniture. Crossing the halfway point of the hundred, which I celebrated quite recently, resulted in two strong resolutions. The first, i.e. turning my lifestyle upside down, I managed to successfully implement, just as I planned, which I will probably write about soon. The second, i.e. creating my own blog, I am just starting to implement.

Why do I do it? I think I have already answered this question a bit: I want to create, but in a way that arouses interest and maybe even recognition. Without interest, I will probably stop writing. But please, dear internet user, do not treat this last sentence as emotional blackmail on my part. Every creator has their own karma, and I would not be able to find as much creative enthusiasm as they did, like Norwid or van Gogh, without the world noticing.

What do I want to write about? About everything that most often comes to my mind. And since I most often think about traveling, food, interpersonal relationships, self-fulfillment, sex and politics, it is to these matters that I will devote the most space in my texts.

I invite you to my blog

Robert Biernat