Passion? Nope, I have obsession.

When I love something, I am all in.

For a while, I’ve been thinking about writing something on obsession. The word ‘obsession’ and its meaning are deeply embedded in the marrow of my bones. Anything I find fascinating I get obsessed over it. Whether it be people, music, books, ideas, mysticism, and the list goes on. There’s no such thing as superficial in my life. I obsess over anything that pleases my fancy. Allow me to share a quote from Charles Bukowski. He once wrote, ‘Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.’ Re-read that. 

While writing about obsession, I remember my friend introducing me to the song 'Black' by Pearl Jam when I was around 16. I listened to that song incessantly. To this day, it still evokes the same enigmatic feeling. An embrace by the music is something I marvel at. I dare say life is bearable because music exists. Besides music, at around the same age, there was a chick I was passionately in love with. She was so pleasing to behold. She was my Lilith and I hers Lucifer. Our love itself was an act of rebellion against God. We were bound to fall apart. Oh gosh, I did everything imaginable to make it last. We’re both obsessed with each other.

Creation lies at the end of obsession. All the artists, authors, musicians, and anyone who creates must have a scintilla of madness. Madness is the dramatic word for obsession. One has to be madly in love with his act or art, so much so that along the way, one must forget the ego. Create, and you shall be created.

Divine! More anon.