The Secret Life of a Creator
In my reality, the people around me aren’t interested in watching my videos or reading my blog. And honestly, that’s probably for the best. My work is controversial, my ideas unconventional, and the truth is, most of them wouldn’t understand it. Their disinterest protects me from their judgment, but it also deepens the divide between the life I live and the life I wish I could have. My reality is a sacrifice for my internet persona. The life I am truly living exists online, in the world I’ve built for myself. The life I have to endure in the physical world feels like a shell, necessary only to sustain me long enough to jack myself into the matrix I’ve created. My reality isn’t fulfilling, but my online life is. It’s there, in the digital world, that I am the person I truly want to be—the bard, the philosopher, the creator. This duality is exhausting. The person I am in reality feels like an echo of my true self. The relationships I maintain in the physical world are shallow, placeholde...