September 1st – my first day in the school of life

Today, many children in Poland are starting a new school year. They walk into classrooms with backpacks and fresh notebooks, full of curiosity and a little nervousness. And for me, something similar begins — my very first day in the school of life.

I want to make a promise to myself: I will write. Each day, I’ll try to draw a lesson from what happens. Sometimes it will be a small observation, sometimes a turning point. I’ll record these moments here, numbering the days of my journey.

But I don’t want to hold on too tightly to the rule of “every single day.” Life unfolds in its own rhythm. Some days bring lessons one after another, and other times they come only after a pause. What matters is noticing them and giving them a place. Even if I don’t manage to write it down immediately, I will return and mark the day when something meaningful took place.

For years, I disliked promises and vows. I was afraid I wouldn’t keep them, that I would disappoint myself. Today, I want to try differently: without fear. Even if I don’t keep up, that itself will be a lesson. Because in the school of life there are no failures — only experiences that return until they are understood.

I want to be a good student. One who doesn’t compare, doesn’t cheat, doesn’t look for shortcuts. A student who stays curious, patient, and open to whatever comes.

Today, I begin. This is my first day.