LIVING BEYOND DISTRACTION IN MY CREATORS SANCTUARY...

I tell you, it feels good to be back—writing every day like I used to when I first discovered the joys of cyberspace. The internet today is a far cry from what it was when I first started sharing my creations and thoughts online. There was a certain culture, a level of class, a sense of authenticity that has since faded. Sure, there were always trolls—people who thrived on stirring chaos for the sake of it—but before the rise of Facebook, YouTube, and Instagram, online spaces had a different kind of energy. Conversations were meaningful. Reactions to content were genuine. It was a time when people took the time to express themselves with depth and passion, even in the comment sections of blogs.

I remember when responses to blog posts were so well thought out that they could rival entire articles. People were invested in the communities they followed, and that made all the difference. That was my normal. That was the internet I fell in love with. But now? From a creator’s standpoint, it feels like a barren desert. Yet, despite this, I’ve found a new platform that reminds me of those early days, and I couldn’t be happier.

Writing Over Everything

No matter how much I create video content—and I always will—my first love has always been writing and drawing. Many content creators today don’t care for writing at all. They pick up a phone, sit in front of a camera, and just start rambling. And listen, I’ve done my fair share of that too. But having another creative skill beyond just talking into a mic? That’s what sets apart the multifaceted from the one-dimensional.

For me, waking up in the morning, crafting an article, designing a banner, recording a video, and then doing it all over again fills me with an unmatched joy. It feels like the good old days of creation have returned.

The Illusion of the "Good Old Days"

That being said, I know the world isn’t going back to how it was. Those times are gone. But that’s why it’s so important to hold on to the people who share our energy, to cherish the memories we’ve created together. Because when they transition from this life—or when we do—their energy, their essence, will still live within us.

I used to hear older folks talk about how "nothing is like the good old days." They’d speak longingly of the '40s, '50s, and even the '30s, depending on their age. And while every era had its share of poverty, wars, political conflicts, and social struggles, it wasn’t at the overwhelming, in-your-face level that it is now. The internet has amplified the chaos, bombarding us with negativity on a scale we weren’t meant to handle. The media thrives on this. They need to keep us emotionally invested, glued to the screen, so they feed us an endless cycle of fear and outrage.

Breaking Free from the Digital Overload

I’ve had to set up mental barriers to keep the flood of negativity from dominating my mindset. Every day, people send me countless videos—some two hours long, some fifteen minutes, some three hours. Am I expected to just sit down and watch all of this? Do they even watch what they send me? Most of the time, I can tell they don’t.

People don’t realize that constantly consuming content without creating anything of your own is a form of mental stagnation. They wake up, scroll through headlines, and stay suspended in a loop of anxiety. And many of them don’t even realize they’re doing it.

But I refuse to live that way.

I’ve always thought for myself. I’ve always moved to my own rhythm. That’s what has kept me strong. I’ve been through things that would have driven most people to madness, but I’ve never let them break me. I know who I am. I know what I’m made of. And I know that this life—this physical experience—is only temporary. Energy doesn’t die; it transforms. That truth has been my anchor.

Surrounded by the Living Dead

You can tell how a person was raised by how they handle adversity. Some people crumble at the first sign of difficulty. Others—like myself—find solutions. And you can see the difference in how they speak, in the energy they carry.

Some people call themselves friends, but all they do is sow doubt. They’ll hear you’re going through something, and instead of offering encouragement, they try to pull you down into their own negative spiral. They thrive on your distress because it makes them feel less alone in their own misery. I recognize these people immediately. And rather than arguing with them, I take pleasure in proving them wrong—again and again.

I keep one or two of these types around, not because I need their energy, but because they keep me sharp. They remind me why I refuse to fall into mediocrity.

Living, Not Spectating

Some people have retired from work, but they’ve also retired from life. They sit around all day reminiscing about the past, watching YouTube videos about a world that no longer exists, refusing to embrace the present. They waste what could be the best years of their lives doing absolutely nothing.

Yesterday was the "good old days," sure. But today could be even better—if you make it so.

I can’t join these people in their stagnant existence. There’s too much life inside me. Too much creativity waiting to be manifested. I wasn’t born to be a spectator. My parents didn’t pour wisdom and discipline into me just for me to sit on the sidelines, envying others.

And yet, I see them out there. Lurking in the shadows, watching everything I do, studying my flow, wishing they could break free and create like I do. They don’t understand that creativity is natural when you cut off the distractions. When you separate yourself from time-wasters.

Now, I live far away from the noise—physically and mentally. Here in the mountains, surrounded by high walls that keep out the foolishness, in a soundproof studio built into the earth itself, I am in my element. This space is my womb, my sanctuary of creation. The ideas flow at a rate even I never knew was possible.

And honestly?

I’m in heaven.