Meant to Be | Reflections on Writing, Perception, and Being Human

I write from the edges, the places where perception sharpens and the world grows quiet enough to hear itself.

This intensity isn’t something I learned; it’s how my mind works. I notice patterns, textures, shifts in tone. The way light touches stone. The breath between words. The way silence can tell the truth faster than speech.

We live in a time that measures and sorts everything. But what connects us, what makes us human, isn’t data or order. It’s perception. It’s the way we feel and interpret the world through our own wiring. For some of us, that wiring is divergent: faster, more layered, sometimes overwhelming. But it’s also where empathy lives.

I believe divergence is part of evolution. It’s how we adapt, imagine, and create new ways of surviving change. My stories come from that place, not from wanting to explain difference, but to honour it.

The characters I write are often quiet observers, like me. They see more than they say. They live between logic and instinct, science and something older. Through them, I explore what it means to belong, to connect, and to carry a private sense of the world that might never fit into tidy boxes.

Because we aren’t meant to be tidy. We’re meant to be alive.