Lately, I’ve been feeling overcome with a drive that I have not felt in years, if ever. It feels almost like an obsession, or perhaps desperation, desperation for self-expression. With every fibre of my being, I want to create. I want to express the suffering and struggles which I have faced and continue to face. I want to make the world think. I want for them to see the beauty that exists in the ordinary, the miracles that I experience every day. I want for people to learn to appreciate the uncomfortable moments in life. I want to share my experiences in a beautiful way so that someone else might find hope as well. Perhaps this comes from my own desire to find meaning in my struggles, as all humans seek meaning from seemingly random events, or perhaps it comes from a desire for recognition and validation for my hard work to stay a functional human being.
A lifelong athlete, I have never identified as an artist. But I have great hope that this blog might become a place for me to pour out my thoughts and experiences, regardless of how messy they may be. For the first time in a long time, I can’t wait to see what comes next.