A random thought

Change my obsidian theme again at 28th. Nov, 2025. Always be curious about the visual design art, converted by simple rearrangement of various elements of a single open-source software and the collection of tiny functions. How interesting.

I constantly reiterate to myself that writing ought to be a long-term commitment for us all. BUT, more often than not, I get mired in the swamp of inertia and overwhelming tasks. Our time is finite, and the endeavor itself lacks the immediate entertainment of comics or TV shows. In this age—a time when great achievements seem distant and the web churns out endless streams of dazzling information—the written word seems so dull. Why do we still cling to the act of writing? The question inevitably recalls the story of Don Quixote.

Perhaps I would just let it go. We continually reinvent ourselves to keep pace with the changing times, experiencing moments of both success and failure. Writers are not inherently nobler than others; the habit of writing is, most of the time, simply a means for a person to engage in a dialogue with their inner self, shedding the day’s varied transactions to discover their other dimension.

That’s all. That’s today’s world.