I have to write and share a lot of things that I keep to myself

People should have goals. The ones they made an effort for, had difficulties, and said a deep "success" or "thank you" when they achieved it. They must draw a route to reach their goals and take firm steps on that path.

Such activities add color to the monotony of life. This year, I set the goal of adding 12 poems symbolizing each month to my diary for literature. I didn't know how to write. I hadn't written for a long time, and I didn't feel like writing.

I have survived the corona quite heavily and I was still suffering from it. I have experienced many side effects of both the corona and the drugs used. My family doctor is a very witty and experienced doctor. Whenever I say my grievances, "What are you waiting for, you're back from the dead." says.

Since I came back from the dead, I should have used my second or third right well. I also had a few accident experiences when I came back from the dead. You know, when they say "my life passed before my eyes like a film strip", I really lived it once. And I was saved from a fatal accident thanks to a column I had read. They don't say that reading is useful for nothing.

Anyway, I opened a membership right away, many sites I used to visit were closed. Then I came across this page. "Then I have to achieve my goal," I said and started writing. When you want to write, you have the most trouble on the subject. I am very lucky in this regard, I have friends with very wide and different characteristics. Something that each of them tells can sometimes be reflected in my writing and sometimes in my poems. However, not writing for a long time gave a stagnation to my writing style.

I added my poems to the site with a bit of fiction, a bit of dadaism, a bit of your friends are doing well. I shared it directly on the site without worrying whether it was good or bad or better, whether it was liked or criticized.

Sometimes it was read, sometimes not read, sometimes it was spent and commented. These were small happinesses that add color to life. From time to time, I tried to visit the pages of these friends without coercion, choose random poems and make a return visit to write comments. There are usually groups on the sites, everyone knows each other, they have been in that environment for years. I wanted people whom I am not known to, who have not read my articles before, who have not met my poems, to see my works.

Someone we greet a few days ago leaves us the next day, we are in such a bad time. Sometimes I need to write and share many things that I keep to myself, I say that the time has passed, and sometimes I say how many people read what is written. While we are all in a hurry to exhibit what we have written, how many of us read and think about what is written?

Regardless, shouldn't it be necessary to encourage people to write short and concise and read? I'm talking to myself, I'm in a different feeling. I know that it is not possible to have everything together in life. Today, my goal was to write the first article of the year. I just chose the first word, and this is what the text has become.

Have small goals that are achievable.

 Strive for it and succeed.

The taste is very good.