There is no triumphal arch or any goal to reach, nor are we so important or so transcendent.
I’m just like everyone else, we are all the same...Born into an unchosen culture, religion, race, education, city, and space, I too was a child full of innocence that dissipated as it left the child and grew into an adult.

With common experiences, and shattered dreams to traumas that created phobias turned into coping mechanisms transformed into habits that developed daily to-do’s.


We grow up, become adults, and we spend our entire lives trying to understand how the world works.

I’m not special, I’m just like everyone else. I just decided to stop waiting for permission to create.