In a world obsessed with outcomes and productivity, it’s easy to overlook the quiet victories — the inner work, the subtle shifts, the moments of clarity that come without fanfare. This is a reflection on what it means to create for the sake of creating, to live deliberately, and to navigate the paradoxes of modern life: progress that often feels like distraction, freedom that still depends on screens, and a sense of purpose that resists being monetized.
Category: Journal Entries
thoughts, ponderings, experiences and lessons learned. or, something deep and life-changing.
For centuries, human societies have cycled through the rise and fall of civilizations, often crumbling not from external threats but due to internal decay. Despite…
I never understood the urge to belong to something that didn’t matter — to chase trends, fit in, or mold myself into someone else’s idea of acceptable. Even as a kid, it seemed clear: most of what passed for “normal” was just noise, distracting us from who we could actually become.
My life has been a journey of seeking freedom while grappling with self-imposed limitations, financial constraints, and a nomadic existence that, while offering unique experiences across various communities, reflects deeper struggles with discipline, alignment, and the challenges of being a creative in a system that often stifles authenticity.
30 years ago, I died. It was mid-March of 1994, as I recall. I was 18 years old, and this may or may not have been about the 5th or 6th time I had been in a situation where I could have been over and done with this life — and yet, I decided to remain, or to come back and keep on keeping on.