Flicker in the Maddening Flow
Flicker in the Maddening Flow
Reflecting on the all-consuming Pursuit of Creativity
Traveling through Eternity
Many years ago when I was struggling to see myself as a writer creating a significant body of work, I sometimes felt like being sucked into a vortex filled with vipers. I was silently suffocating in the false narrative of who the world expected me to be, shoved down my throat. It took me many years to realize that the only way to defeat total decimation of self, the only way to travel through eternity, to fall into a peaceful suspension of immortality, is to create. To lose my sense of identity in the pursuit of telling the truth through words that can stir and evoke. Words, that do not quietly hang around the living room, hosting an atmosphere of civility. Unpretentious, assertive, loud, and necessary words. I realized that to redeem myself from the cold bassinet of existential angst, I had to write.
Ever since I was a child, I had a strange fascination for words and their ability to make us wonder. The trans…