When LIFE Wins

When life wins, we get creative. We write. 

Warning: this essay contains references to suicide, death and stunningly beautiful writing.

In the wider spectrum of things, it's a lame example. But it’s fresh and personal, so I’ll use it:

Last week’s realization that I Wanna Dance was born after I caught a life-damning, internal diatribe red-handed and stopped it in it's tracks. It planned to snuff joy out of my life, pushing me to do something publicly that I wasn't ready to do, nor did I want to. Had I succumbed to its motives, I'd be involved right now in a life-draining project, driven by a pattern that was wired into me during my years of being a subtle, and not so subtle, recruiter.