So a while back I started writing rants. This is ages ago but they are still here on this webpage although you’d have to go to the very first month of this blog, everything after that is game reviews and then later Youtube videos which I’m trying to get back around to hopefully, but that’s another story for another time.
So my writing experience went from ranting, to game reviews. This landed me a volunteer job at a site I’d rather not name as I didn’t enjoy my time there and it doesn’t deserve to move up in the journalism world even though it has slightly. This is however where I met my friend Brandon whose helped me with many of my Youtube videos but also my writing. Brandon himself has written two books and is currently working on his own right now (for those interested).
Anyway Brandon has helped me do some of my own writing and even given some feedback which I value and seeing as I put up that motivation piece I thought I might update this site with more writing pieces of my own.
Writing has helped calm me down, made me feel better from stress and also just allowed myself to bounce idea’s off of a wall so here is one of the first pieces I wrote as an exposition to a story I hope one day to maybe make – enjoy and if you want please leave feedback 🙂
There are men who define themselves by certain traits, attributes and abilities. There are those who define their humanity through being able to talk, converse and socialise. There are those who define their humanity through art, music and literature. My humanity would be defined by the more base desires, passions and acts, those of hurt, violence, murder and more.
The rest of humanity seems to have been able to trick itself, imagine they’re above the basest needs and wants that drive all animals. They act transcendent of it, as if it never was the case.
I however revel in it.
I walk, talk and breathe it. I never feel more alive or challenged as to when I work. I bathe in the deeds that I perform soaking up every ounce of fear, adrenaline and freedom, in every ounce of what makes me human. Every delicious millisecond going to make up the sweetest blissful feeling of being at one with who I am, an Animal, a Human, a Convict.