What makes you tick?
I feel like there’s two sides to this, what motivates and what gets the blood boiling--but also what distracts and inspires those two forces. In terms of what motivates me, I think that has come into focus since the start of this covid crisis but began taking shape well before; in one word: humanity. Our world is riddled with injustice and the assertion of power over another, be it through perceived social status, money or simply the will to dominate. All these things distort our common humanity and place us on an unequal footing, eliminating the equilibrium of understanding and the value of differences that make us all what we are. Every person you meet is a mine of knowledge. And it is that, every aspect of humanity that I encounter, which fills me with wonder--our human condition; everything we see and do is a projection of our humanity. We are all artists, shaping the world--actions our art, for all to see.
So, what makes my blood boil? The denial of humanity! Poverty. The wilful crushing of the human spirit. The bureaucratisation of social life. Seeing a man starve on the street--how is a man meant to achieve anything on an empty stomach. How can we believe in the progress of our society, when we are able to not only ignore but justify the suffering that happens in front of our very eyes? Acknowledge it. Confront the reality of the situation and the flower of humanity will open; one must constantly clean the dusty window of the heart so light may traverse, unhindered.
In terms of distractions and inspiration I shall simply say, what are we distracting ourselves from? And what do we inspire to achieve or express? The answer always circles back to humanity.
Why be a journalist today?
I met a man the other day, he was from china and had studied law in his home country and here in Europe, when I told him I had just started to work as a journalist for Delano, his response was, “you need a lot of integrity to be a journalist today, it is tough.” I laughed and agreed that the situation for journalists was not an easy one. Afterall we are human too, and live in the same society as everyone else. However, for me I have always had a passion for the truth -- maybe even an obsession as to the true nature of our reality, what things are and how they are presented within a framework of understanding.
During my masters in International Relations, where I explored the mind-boggling ramifications of what quantum physics proves about the world, I realised our conception of the world, upon which all social science is based, was flawed. I tried to reconcile the science of the impossible within a new theory to understand social relations and International Relations as a whole. One which recognises consciousnesses as a genuine force that makes things what they are, and that nothing exists independently of anything else. In essence, that everything is a relationship of reality (identity) creation; we create and are a creative force in the reality that we observe.
Completing this new theory, I found myself compelled to begin writing in a more comprehensive fashion about what this actually means for us on a real level. And so set about writing poems, short stories, essays and a play to try bring these concepts to a level that could be understood by all.
Following this, I was lucky enough to have the opportunity to work for the director of OHR UNDP, where I advised on organization wide communication and helped with the implementation of certain HR policies. During this time, I met with some incredible people from around the world, creating a bulletin and developing the strategy to share and best communicate the underrepresented stories of human effort and endeavours from across the world.
And so why journalism today? I felt like the UNDP was too vast and bound by its own bureaucracy. It is true that journalists today, especially political journalists -- are amongst the most hated people in society, with politicians -- but this scenario we find ourselves in, is a total travesty, yet it must be said that I understand the anger from people. To be a journalist is to represent the voice of the people, to be the light shining the shadows of those who illuminate the path for us to walk down. Today, we face a social crisis, as we have for some time now, around the nature of truth. However, this crisis, is no more a question about what is true or what is false, as this by-in-large, is simply different perspectives -- as it is about society as a whole, finding itself vacuous of values upon which to adhere too. What action has merit over another? What makes something good or bad? Today, the majority of these decisions are made for us, by the mere fact of their existence: power.
New York or Sardegna?
Two places that could not be further from each other and two places that blew my mind. New York represents the pinnacle of human engineering, a concrete jungle where even the sun struggles to make itself known. Compared to Sardegna, where humans are relegated to living together under the rule of the sun, rocks and the sea. A serenity and calmness dominates the island, arching back to a simpler time. There is no place to hide, nature rules and the people simply bask in its savage authentic beauty, finding comfort in each other. I choose Sardegna.