I’ve been sitting with questions of mortality and impermanence lately, and it has prompted a gentle reckoning with my own relentless momentum. I move quickly, often excessively, across work, auditions, collaborations, and study, driven by an appetite for possibility that rarely pauses. Having engaged deeply with Madhyamaka thought, I find myself caught between two impulses: the desire for total worldly expression and the philosophical invitation toward emptiness and non-attachment. I’m still learning how to hold these tensions without forcing complete resolution.
At times, this way of moving through the world, earnest, expansive, perhaps naïvely hopeful, has been misunderstood, even pathologised, which is painful given my own history around being misread for my eccentricities. Yet I remain committed to continuing, carefully but resolutely. I’m trying to trust that conviction need not contradict awareness of nothingness, and that it’s possible to move forward with openness rather than expectation, without losing myself in either excess or erasure.
