Confessions of a Digital Nomad

My heartbreak and realizations post it happening, lead me to creative nirvanas, where I manage to let words flow and string along some (pretty mediocre) unedited and possibly unfinished musings. I don't plan on making any changes to these for now. This is just for me to compile everything in one place to look back on someday, probably to laugh about the quality of the pieces. About Her, For What We Had I loved her, Like the sea waves gently merging into the shore, Like the celestial clockwork of the rising sun, Shining it's light and bringing warmth, Strong as a mother loving her child, As unconditional as nature keeps us in her arms I was complete with her, Like the yin complementing the yang, Like the smell of mud before the rains, For pictures and posts of dogs, Left a void as she shadowed away, As I stared still towards the stars, albeit through fog I came home to her, Like the light entrenched within fireflies, Like the innocence born by a child, She cured me of miseries, ...

I've never been in love with someone for the longest time, crazily enough, even in such   a   connected world. Seems rare growing up in   a   generation polarized with romcoms, that you don't feel the urge to develop any emotions towards the other half of humanity. I have been such   a   kid since childhood. Never seeking comfort in conformity. Always challenging the status quo. Investing time in what my peers were never cared to fathom about instead of the pursuit of love like most. I never looked at love the way it's supposed to. Just mere attraction waiting to be escalated if your heart wanted to. Nothing more than that, at least not to the level of spending   a   day dreaming about fancies. Consequently I did not find it the way it was supposed to be. It was in other forms for sure, love for music, Iove for art, poetry. You name the form and my artistic instincts will pour my heart out of appreciations. But never was it for   a   per...

I've always been a person engulfed with inertia. It takes me forever to come out of my comfort zone, take a step towards disrupting my monotonous daily routine and start with something. Consider sticking to it in the long run, and you'll have me run away in no more than a week. It's not that I lack the mental strength to persevere. It's just that I don't find meaning in consistently repeating something most days. There's no motivation to do that, and I've not stuck around if I've not found it. This is probably why I have come to become a jack of al-l(ot) of trades, mastering in none. I'm not proud of it, but who cares? Why I share this part of myself with you, is because I intend to change it. One step at a time though. Writing, and this blog is how I plan to start, how I plan to stick with something and see where it takes me. As advertised though, I function on motivation, and so without fuel to the fire, even this is likely to get appended to the s...