Even though I do love imagination and stories, every piece of fiction revealing theoretical truth, I am always compelled more by the pure, sincere, and real-life. This is probably why I have been a journal writer for as long as I can remember, observing and reflecting on the world and my thoughts- all the while never really feeling drawn to crafting stories myself. Little moments that unravel in front of our eyes without any manipulation or pretense feel to me like the greatest treasures we can find. "Beauty is truth, truth beauty." - Keats, Ode on a Grecian Urn
