Why do I write?

It seems to me that the only way to escape life, is to really fully live it.

To look your fear in the face, and run towards it.

To know that the things that are the easiest, the most comfortable and convenient, are not the things that will feed your soul.

To accept that you can’t pick and choose if you want to live a full life. You need darkness and sorrow just as much as you need light and freedom.

To be curious and ever-seeking and aware of your intuition’s whispers.

To know that the here and now is all that you have, and, right now, it’s all that you need.