Who leads a normal life? It sounds like a great question, when you approach a belief where everyone feels that their situation is so unique, that it is clearly different from everyone else’s. The question does not consider that it is entirely possible that there are countless millions of individuals out there who simply feel that they are just another one in a crowd of many.

These kind of questions, or ideas may come up when one considers what makes a writer want to write? Attitudes about writing could easily develop early in life when children are required to complete writing assignments for their teachers. My writing emerged in my late teens and early twenties. First it could be best described as stream of consciousness or poetry without rhyme or meter. This kind of writing later became concrete ideas expressed by me, for me about my own particular understanding of events in my life. One could describe these kind of writings perhaps as self therapy.

Tortured idealism might be a very apt phrase to describe what the essence of all these writings were about. Over a period of several years while attending college, the tortured idealism themes were turned into poems, some that rhymed and some that did not. Also, these particular type of poems seemed to very easily lend themselves to being turned into songs. Meanwhile, while all these various creations continued to take their various forms, my life was running in the background.

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