Diving into Truth: How I stopped swimming in the shallows
Every time I open Medium, I am faced with a sea of texts. Indeed, some people just lie on the beach, watching the waves and writing about what is safe, polished, and attractive to everyone. Others swim cautiously in the shallows, keeping their feet on the bottom so as not to lose the ground beneath them.
But, from time to time, I come across someone who dives. Specifically, I always strip myself bare in my writing. My writing towards the theme, towards myself, is actually like a diver who heads into the depths. You can dive, but you cannot stay too long because at some point you run out of air. Sometimes the pressure from all sides starts to squeeze you, and the cold reminds you of all those layers you have built and hidden for years. This is my process of **diving into truth**.
Still, you must admit—at least I dive. I go into those hidden, unexplored depths of my own soul, while a small million people just swim on the surface without thinking about what secrets are hidden below. And of course, there are those who just lie on the warm sand, enjoy the sun, read other people’s stories, comment, and observe others from the shore. Indeed, this is all part of our shared azure.
The Unstoppable Rhythm of the Deep
Because, let’s be honest, who else wants to spend their whole life in the shallows? Once you learn to dive, when you feel that silence and the vast expanse under the water, something unstoppable wakes up in you. Every new morning brings the same desire—to dive again, to swim, to let the currents carry you. And sometimes, quite intentionally, you just want to lie on the beach, watch others, read other people’s lines, and leave them a warm mark in the comments. This is a vital layer of my Internal Crystallization.
Writing for a large audience, which we are often told about in successful articles on Medium, brings its own pressures. We know about the fear of visibility, about wrong interpretations, and about that quiet silence when an article passes without an echo. But, all of these are just surface currents. Therefore, **diving into truth** requires ignoring the noise above.
The Soul Geologist’s Descent
The true essence of a writer is not in the number of views, nor in hunting for algorithms. The true essence of a writer is in the courage to take off the armor, hold your breath, and dive straight into the truth. Even then when you know that you will lack air for a moment. Because at the end of the day, those who have ever tasted those depths never want to return to the shallow shore again. This is part of my Manifesto of Steel and Crystals.
And the most beautiful thing in all of that is when from the other side of the ocean, from your own azure, you see other fellow divers. Those with whom we recognize each other without too many words, with whom we share breath and silent solidarity. To connect with them, to read their texts, to watch them diving and leave traces of support in the comments—that is what makes this author’s path of **diving into truth** magical. Slijedom toga, we are not alone in these depths; we have our pod with whom we share both storms and pearls. According to the laws of oceanography, deep currents define the sea. Similarly, our Geography of Grace is found in the depths.
Plonger dans la vérité : Comment j’ai arrêté de nager dans les hauts-fonds
Chaque fois que j’ouvre Medium, je suis confrontée à une mer de textes. En effet, certaines personnes se contentent de s’allonger sur la plage, regardant les vagues. D’autres nagent prudemment dans les eaux peu profondes, gardant les pieds au fond pour ne pas perdre l’équilibre.
Mais, de temps en temps, je croise quelqu’un qui plonge. Précisément, je me mets toujours à nu dans mon écriture. Écrire pour moi, c’est comme un plongeur qui part dans les profondeurs. On peut plonger, mais on ne peut pas rester trop longtemps car à un moment donné, on manque d’air. Parfois, la pression de tous les côtés commence à vous serrer. C’est mon processus de **plonger dans la vérité**.
L’appel des profondeurs
Pourtant, il faut l’avouer — au moins, je plonge. Je vais dans ces profondeurs cachées et inexplorées de ma propre âme, alors qu’un petit million de personnes nagent simplement en surface. Une fois que l’on a appris à plonger, quelque chose d’irrépressible s’éveille. Chaque matin apporte le même désir — plonger à nouveau, se laisser porter par les courants. Cela fait partie de ma Cristallisation Interne.
L’essence du plongeur
L’essence véritable d’un écrivain n’est pas dans le nombre de vues, ni dans la chasse aux algorithmes. C’est le courage d’enlever l’armure, de retenir son souffle et de plonger droit dans la vérité. Même quand on sait que l’air nous manquera un instant. Et le plus beau, c’est de voir d’autres collègues plongeurs de l’autre côté de l’océan. Nous ne sommes pas seuls dans ces profondeurs ; nous avons notre banc avec qui nous partageons les tempêtes et les perles. C’est ma Géographie de la Grâce.
Ronjenje u istinu: Kako sam prestala plivati u plićaku
Svaki put kada otvorim Medium, suočena sam s morem tekstova. Doista, neki ljudi samo leže na plaži, promatraju valove i pišu o onome što je sigurno, uglađeno i svima privlačno. Drugi tek oprezno plivaju u plićaku, držeći stopala na dnu da ne bi izgubili tlo pod nogama.
No, s vremena na vrijeme, naiđem na nekoga tko zaroni. Specifično, ja sebe uvijek ogolim u pisanju. Moje pisanje prema temi, prema meni samoj, zapravo je poput ronioca koji kreće u dubine. Možeš zaroniti, ali ne možeš ostati predugo jer u nekom trenutku ostaješ bez zraka. Ponekad te pritisak sa svih strana počne tiskati, a hladnoća te podsjeti na sve one slojeve koje si godinama gradila i skrivala.
Ipak, moraš priznati – ja bar zaronim. Odem u one skrivene, neistražene dubine vlastite duše, dok mali milijun ljudi samo pliva po površini ne pomišljajući na to kakve se tajne kriju dolje. A naravno, tu su i oni koji samo leže na toplom pijesku, uživaju u suncu, čitaju tuđe priče, komentiraju i promatraju druge s obale. Doista, i to je dio ovog našeg zajedničkog plavetnila.
Nezaustavljivi zov dubine
Jer, budimo iskreni, tko još želi cijeli život provesti u plićaku? Jednom kada naučiš roniti, kada osjetiš tu tišinu i golemu širinu pod vodom, u tebi se probudi nešto nezaustavljivo. Svako novo jutro donosi istu želju – opet zaroniti, zaplivati, pustiti da te struje nose. A nekada, sasvim namjerno, poželiš samo ležati na plaži, gledati druge, čitati tuđe retke i ostaviti im topli trag u komentarima. To je proces moje Unutarnje kristalizacije.
Pisanje za veliku publiku, o kojoj nam često pišu u uspješnim člancima na Mediumu, donosi svoje pritiske. Znamo za strah od vidljivosti, za pogrešna tumačenja i za onu tihu tišinu kada članak prođe bez odjeka. Ali, sve su to samo površinske struje. Slijedom toga, ronjenje u istinu zahtijeva ignoriranje buke iznad površine.
Bit pisca kao ronioca
Prava bit pisca nije u broju pregleda, niti u lovu na algoritme. Prava bit pisca je u hrabrosti da skine oklop, zadrži dah i zaroni ravno u istinu. Čak i onda kada znaš da će ti zrak na trenutak nedostajati. Jer na kraju dana, oni koji su ikada okusili te dubine, više se nikada ne žele vratiti na plitku obalu. Ovo je srž mog Manifesta Čelika i Kristala.
A najljepše u svemu tome jest kada s druge strane oceana, iz svojih vlastitih plavetnila, ugledaš druge kolege ronioce. One s kojima se prepoznajemo bez previše riječi, s kojima dijelimo dah i tihu solidarnost. Povezati se s njima, čitati njihove tekstove, gledati ih kako zaranjaju i ostavljati tragove podrške u komentarima – to je ono što ovaj naš autorski put čini čarobnim. Nismo sami u ovim dubinama; imamo svoje jato s kojim dijelimo i oluje i bisere u našoj zajedničkoj Geografiji milosti.
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