I remember hunting for work and feeling like I could never compete. It killed my soul, then I left and realized how small my world had become. I had to stop being defined by what others thought I needed, I had to leave normal, the expected behind.
When I was in Pai in a truck coming back from watching the Thai’s fighting or doing it myself I would look at the black sky and see the stars piercing their way in the void and wonder the story I can tell, how many stories of God’s and demons were imagined and made to feel real just through the awe and wonder, how small we could feel but how special we were to exist and think about those grand possibilities, the questions thought of but not asked until we wondered what was beyond.
I have to believe I am here to find those stories and not be afraid to give them life even if it’s just to one person even if it is just me especially when it is just me and that’s OK we each have to start somewhere.
I don’t believe in God’s or Monsters except those that lay within each of us, we can be both of them. That’s why stories are like gravity, they can frame how we see the world, while our experiences are the lens which give the world its colour.
That’s why I love stories because we get to be the Gods of the universe, we craft it to challenge the characters, to break them down to rebuilt them and show how the world could be even if it’s just a maybe, to have someone, anyone read it and connect with your words is the biggest gift a writer can be given.