I have always loved stories, whether they are real or imagined. When I was about ten years old, I always traveled to my primary school via green and white school bus with my lovely classmates. To pass the time on the bus, we created different stories together everyday and shared them with one another on the ride. This was the beginning of my love of storytelling and building relationships with others.
There is no doubt that the happiest things in life are the close relationships we have with one another. But today, we are able to easily find a group on the Internet with similar ideals to us. In this way, we are eternally correct in our minds. When a person presents a different or opposing opinion to ours, we refuse to tolerate them. We choose to push them away and stay in the group that will support our ideas.
Over time, we limit our interactions with the “opposition”, and we forget the enjoyable moments where we have intellectual conversations with multiple points of view. We start to think in the way we imagined adults thought when we were children — no passions, only interests. I hate this. However, I am only human. This is human nature, so I have become part of the problem too.
In response to this, I create my own world. The main characters are the only group of people who know the truth, so they have a different perception of the world as compared to most others. My characters do not have the luxury of choosing their friends as freely as we do. They go back to how humans used to make friends: by their passions.
I just want say this as my little wish for who ever views my work: Try to live your life based on passion, not personal gain.