I’m not a writer but I must write.

I’m not a writer, but I must write about the depths of my experience that feels equivalent to the deepest parts of the world. This world is a vast network of systems; harmonic and chaotic. Just like the mind, we journey to create order from chaos, first from within and then without.

The human experience is — as above so below, no different to the peaks and troughs of any other when extrapolated into its abstractions, no matter what the situation and environment. A different context creates a different circumstance but each the same feelings, the spectrum between bliss and pain. When taken out of context into a new frame, one could view the range of feelings as a reflection of their own.

So I must write to channel the vividness of the human experience, my own experience, knowing that like a web, a series of linkages will emerge, showing us that we’re not really alone, and that our stories of transformation and self-discovery are actually deeply woven.