If you have not understood my work, you have not understood me.
Short of a better word, the failure, lies in not recognizing that both are one.
For the longest of times, I struggled between the two.
The day I found me, was the awakening that I am the work itself.
From thereon, I ceased to exist. I begin living.
I worked not for survival. I lived to create. Survival took care of its own.
Passion and energy seemed ever-flowing.
I did not live for a purpose.
That would mean that I projected life to be. Concluded.
Instead, I lived purposefully.
In this instance, life unfolds. I am new, everyday. Evolving.
I am that work.
by Tim Fernandez