Illustration by Alex Ruiz
Some days are the pits. Those days being grateful for life becomes an insurmountable hurdle. The hurdle’s height shrinks, though, when I get home and write for PI. While writing I triumphantly leap above it, landing on the other side knowing that this life is worth it all. And that there’s great things to come.
With this blog I can escape into any realm I desire and become anyone I desire.
It’s magical.
I can become like a heavenly angel that knows no sorrows. Or a hell demon that knows only vengeance.
And I don’t have to do it all at once, mind you. A post can be like a video game where you return multiples times over days before completion or a painter’s canvas making as many or as few brush strokes at a time before it’s finished. I receive my doses of escape as needed. Through my escape from a painful world masterpieces are created, or at least I like to think so.
I’ve seen many shrinks in my life and all have failed to do what they promised. This blog, however, has fulfilled its promise every time: Getting me out of my mind, into other minds, and other worlds leaving behind all my problems and worries.
And the most beautiful thing?
As I escape, so do you.
