The one thing that humans do so well is, create. What distinguishes us from the other species in the animal kingdom is our ability to create stories with whatever medium we choose. As human beings evolved so did their art forms. From cave paintings to Leonardo De Vinci’s Mona Lisa and books. From stories told by the fireplace to theater to movies.
Dear Me. Happy Birthday.
I’m a millennial. That generation the straddles the pre and post-internet explosion. I like to believe we are that magical generation that had the best of both worlds.
I still remember a time when the new year was a beacon of hope.
The train of life moves too fast.
I have always been odd. Weird. When I was younger, I stuck out like a sore thumb in a time when it was extremely cool to fit in. I have had an overwhelming desire to be more than just the mould that society had cast for me even before I was born. My life was set in stone but I wanted that stone to be one I could write on my own story. A stone I could chisel and create something different than what was expected of me.
Picture this: You’re seated in front of a computer, excited to write something. You open the app that you use to write, MS Word, Google Docs, Notes. You crack your knuckles and delicately place your hands in readiness to type out the next Great Novel, or the award winning story. And then…. Nothing.