For some time now, I’ve been on professional hiatus; stepping back from pitches and reporting, to work on some of my own creative ventures, (a novel, some poetry) which has taken away a bit from my goals with this project. It’s been months, but I am, as of this second readjusting my focus to make CBC more of a personal venture.
My interests have always been heavily involved with the arts and culture of the city, and that’s not to say that all I’m interested in are things like the clothes and the music. It has to do with the pursuit of something more within the collection of twenty-somethings chasing their dreams against the grain of societal standards.
There’s something poetic in seeking more than the comforts found in practical decisions like a degree in nursing, or business, or education. Though the result may not be as gratifying as the pursuit for some, the grind of those who may or may not become the writers, emcees, dancers, painters, designers, is what’s so great about this city, or any other, for that matter.
There’s perpetuity in the proverbial search of the land of opportunity, where we follow in suit with the generations before us, looking to the city as it shines with its streets paved with gold; and though we might not (yet) have it in our hands, we explore our potential, and use them to create.