No more nothing

I believe everything, our objective reality, came into existence as a dichotomic counterpart to the nothing that paradoxically always must exist.

This article is not about this hypothesis of mine but about all the books I would have liked to write about this - among other metaphysical - and other sorts of ideas of mine.

When I started to deeply think about the structure of our existence and the many aspects of human life, I was still in middle school and no better or worse of a writer than today. That is mostly due to not having practiced it, at all. I also missed out on the basics of writing an essay back in school, so I still do not use the typically recommended workflow of outlining, drafting, writing and editing. Everything I ever wrote was just a first draft with minor tweaks in between thinking breaks. In other words, I am a horrific writer. That runs quite contrary to the idea of me wanting to write many books about deeply complex topics.

This discrepancy shall no longer stop me.

For now, my writing process is on an elementary school level, even if the vocabulary or sentence structure are not. For now, it takes me an hour to write a five-hundred-word essay although I can type a hundred words per minute. For now, my writing might be incomprehensible although I could explain hydrogen bonds to a five-year-old in a way he would never forget. But only up until now, has my writing not existed.

It is absolutely acceptable to start where I am at – where else should I anyhow? An unrealistic ideal, blown up into disproportionate magnitude, is not actual part of that objective reality which is the current stage in my life’s path. So, being a shitty writer is okay for now, being none at all will no longer be tolerated though.

Therefore, I pledge to not judge myself based on the effectiveness with which I can currently transmit my ideas in writing, but only by whether I at least attempt to get after developing this wonderful skill at all.

Thank you for your attention.