35

Happy birthday to me. I am 35 years old today, can’t thank enough to the creator. It has been a great ride so far: breathing and all body parts are intact. I have a company of great friends, mentors, and believers. What else do I need? Today will be like any another day: run/breath/coffee/calls(team/customer)/reading.

Why I Write, George Orwell

I wanted to write enormous naturalistic novels with unhappy endings, full of detailed descriptions and arresting similes, and also full of purple passages in which words were used partly for the sake of their sound. I think there are four great motives for writing, at any rate for writing prose. They exist in different degrees …