I think I’ve reached the age where I give as much fucks about what people think as I think Angelina Jolie has biological children. I do give out some, but that’s only to maintain a semblance of professionalism in my job.
I am 26 years old. Working in the aviation industry as a professional pilot for the last 4 years. I’ve never really been the conformist type and taking this job wasn’t really what I was aiming for in life.
But life has a way of showing you the finger and giving you a shitload of lemons for you to soak your wounds with. Lovely.
But you can’t deny who you are. I have been a creative mind since the beginning of my higher thought process ability. With my guitarist brother, I rode the drums to the beat of the adolescent confusion that is punk rock. I drew and created and moulded many things but mostly they stayed in my mind.
Thrust into the back of my mind as I pursued material gain and career, I felt that a big part of my life was missing. But depression and the stake in my heart from a major heartbreak prevented me from seeking solace in the art that lingered in my mind.
Years come and go, and the stake has slowly been extracted, threatening me with a void that needs someone or something to be filled.
The splinters that lay, adamantly refuse to let me be who I am. I’ve seen so much of life, thought of so many things that the only way I can express what is in my head is through words. At long last, someone has given me the courage to continue.
My writing isn’t nearly as good as it was. But my maturity is. I fucking hope so, at least.
So here I am. Again. Blogging. Once criticised as a narcissistic guilty pleasure, blogging is the only way I know I can unleash the maelstrom of thoughts that lay in my mind.
I give my biggest thanks to the person who made me open the tap to my mind.
You can stop reading.
But I won’t stop writing.
Because fuck what you think. At least I have a way to express myself.
What the fuck do you have?
- Jo Rohan. 26th August. Seat 4d. Positioning Duty. Boeing 737-800 HKG-KUL. This is the moment I hereby immortalise.