On writing…
‘I wrote when I did not know life; now that I do know the meaning of life, I have no more to write. Life cannot be written, life can only be lived–I have lived.’ – Oscar Wilde
It’s a lot easier to write as a bystander. When you’re in the midst of it, weathering the infinite daily (hourly, minute by minute!) battles, you don’t have as much luxury to write. We’re building, we’re fighting for survival, we’re in the thick of it. All that time I could spend writing, I want to use to build and push forward and evolve and iterate instead.
A thought: All of the compulsion to change, and change, and change again – how does that impact my ability to live in the present moment?














