Sometimes I get the feeling that I just have to write. Or, it’s more like a need to express, become larger than myself. It’s a need as strong as hunger and thirst. It’s overwhelming.
But the last few years, I haven’t had the time and opportunity to grab on to that feeling. Because the feeling is only the start – the process of writing requires energy and solitude. Things that I haven’t been able to spare from my studies.
So, instead I have had to push down the feeling, deep, resulting in a vague frustration and restlessness.
I hope this journey and this blog will allow me to give this feeling more room, more power, give my restlessness some rest.