When did you stop telling stories?

light. language. story.

how many times have you destroyed your creations?

torn up your drawings?

hid your poems in a drawer?

refused to dance in public?

allowed yourself to sing only in the shower?

when did you stop telling stories?

why do we create?

what is the real reason?

is there a reason at all, and should there be one?

or is it just the call of our nature awakening within and pulling us to create something new, something we have not seen or known before?

then what makes us refuse this process?

is there really an external force that is stronger than the flow that moves you when you take a paint or a pen in your hands?

can anyone really destroy what you have created?

no.

only you can do it because your creation is not a thing or an object

your creation is an extension of you

there are no mistakes, no badly written poems or wrong paintings

your creation is a reflection of your rawness

and only you decide whether to let yourself grow, blossom, develop, and create

or not.

the process of creation has no pattern

you cannot create the same thing twice

because every moment is unique

and you change with the uniqueness of every moment

and move with each of your creations

this is the art of living

and the ability to see life as art

maybe we create because it makes us happy?

or because when we create, we are in the present moment?

because we are ourselves in this moment and this freedom is such a relief?

when nothing and no one else exists

just you and your creation

today, I started working on another story, but the questions in my head wouldn’t leave me alone:

Why am I doing this?

What makes me write?

What makes me create?

as long as I can remember, I have always written, I think from the moment I learned how to do it

first blogs, self-written stories, poems

it was my way of expressing something that I carried deep inside

something that could not be expressed through normal speech and words

something that was sometimes stronger than me

and came out on paper or the monitor screen through intricate lines

I don't remember when I started hiding my writings

maybe when they completely stopped fitting into the framework of a normal blog or did not reach the status of literature

now I understand that they were never meant to fit in or be proudly called literature

they were meant to add something new to it

something more than just fantasy or fiction

something ancient and powerful

combining the wisdom of gods and ancestors with modern frequencies

something that is just about to be born

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is a fusion of Light Language, colors, and storytelling. Combining modern and ancient tools of communication, every story is designed to speak from my soul to yours.