buddhism, College debt, Lifestyle, Short stories

Monologue: Complexities

Many people inquire about my habits. I assume that they’d like to be able to place me in a category that’ll help them understand my behavior.

Although it would make me uncomfortable, I would label myself a writer – thats is if it were up to me to decide-.

From my perception, the art of writing is a path so broken and divided that one must be lost in order to indulge in its essence.

And so it is while on this path, that I’ve witnessed myself transform into the words I’ve manifested onto paper; living vicariously though literature.

Consequently, I’ve become the main characters of the stories Ive grown accustomed to writing; a comedian, a politician, a poet, singer and sometimes even God.

My experience is therefore too complex to define but nevertheless, too entertaining to look away.

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