Living a life-centric life.

Writing, for me, isn’t about teaching or impressing others. It’s simply a way to channel the creative energy within me. There’s a unique joy in feeling these energies flow, especially after they’ve been stagnant for so long. It’s like reconnecting with a part of myself that’s been waiting to be rediscovered.

Since childhood, creativity has been a part of me. I used to draw, write poems, and even sing (though not very well). But as I grew up, those creative expressions gradually faded into the background, lost in the noise of daily life.

Writing has always been there, though. Back in school, I’d write about my day, my feelings, the people who crossed my path, and the little things that mattered. Sometimes, I’d write about someone I liked, or about things that stirred up anger, confusion, or joy.

I never considered myself a writer, nor did I imagine crafting stories. But I was always a storyteller. Friends would often ask me to narrate interesting stories, perhaps because they enjoyed my way of telling them—or maybe they just wanted to avoid the effort themselves. Whatever the reason, storytelling felt natural to me, and I loved it.

Today, writing is simply one way of channeling my creativity. Tomorrow, it could be something entirely different—perhaps music, or even gardening. What matters is that I keep these energies alive, always flowing, always creating.

I don’t write to gain admiration or to be read by others. Even if my stories are never published or read by a single soul, it wouldn’t change a thing for me. The true joy lies in the channelisation of energy. And that, to me, is more than enough.