Moments of Melancholy

In reading Oscar Wilde I've learned that, try as they may, the art can never be separated from the artist. No matter how much one might try, the artist cannot escape the inner parts of their minds that prompt them to create, and, therefore, are unable to rebuke of themselves.  A concept I feel is much forgotten in these days of consumption where one cares only about their ill-gotten gains - after doing the mental gymnastics required to enjoy the problematic things they’ve come to love, of course. 

The wonderful thing about that, however, is that it’s human. Bringing me to the point of your being here: 

It would be impossible to craft a succinct synopsis of who I am because, much like you, I am not flat nor made to be digested through a screen. As a human being, I am made of complex, intrinsic synchronicities that allow me to appear in this life as I have come to do so. That means that, in such brevity, it would be impossible to encompass all that I would need to tell you for you to truly understand the artist behind this place.

You see, being human is a rich experience full of great joy and great sadness. It is full of rewards and mistakes, successes and failures, sunshine, and darkness. Everything about living peacefully as a human being, centers around restoring balance to the inner chaos that arises when you are consuming too much of one side, or the other, of anything. 

As such, I, a human being, have amassed an expansive collection of experiences and memories that allows me to create the way that I do. And, it is  through these lived experiences, that I've come to understand:

There is only one purpose for the human - to live.

As centered as you can, knowing that the sun rises every day without your permission (except for one time in Canada where the sun didn’t rise at all, but, that is beside the point).  

As you read you’ll find that you might feel an urge to be mad at me, to feel repulsed by what you’ve taken in, and I encourage you to lean into that feeling. Ask yourself why it makes you feel so uncomfortable and if you must, you can let me know. However, in my time on this Earth, I have come to understand that discomfort is more of that inner chaos that comes with the misalignment of the soul. 

The themes you will indulge here are simply a synopsis of my lived experience in this human world. 

There are things in this life that are supposed to make you feel bad. They’re supposed to make you feel wrong. And you, as a human, are responsible for understanding why. 

As a duty to your species, before anything else, because we are all living this experience together. 

So, as you look at life as I have described it for you with nothing more than my perspective to guide you through it, I want to tell you this: 

Mortality and all its meaning are in the interpretation of the beholder, therefore, there is no prose to be spun that could accurately translate all that is to be felt between lines of text that lie here for you to enjoy. Do not read these works in an effort to understand who I am as a person, but, instead, focus your sights on feeling the emotions that I’ve felt so completely consumed with, I had no other choice but to pen them down to share with you.