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.
Tag: purpose
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.
Something is amiss regarding “near death experiences” and “life between lives” and I believe it’s important that we understand what we’re really dealing with in this realm.
For years, I’ve wrestled with the uneasy tension between who I am and who I believed I needed to become. Like many people, I’ve chased reinvention through new environments, ambitions, routines, and ideas, convinced that the next pursuit might finally quiet the underlying sense of restlessness. Yet no matter how far I wandered, I always found myself returning to the same essential nature — the same instincts, curiosities, rhythms, and creative impulses that have followed me my entire life. Perhaps the real challenge was never becoming someone else, but learning to stop resisting who I already am.