thinking x making
Meishang or more widely known as Melissa, was born and raised in 1980s Mumbai, then known as Bombay. Since then, they have moved hearth and home twice across two different continents. As a young adult in Tkaronto, Turtle Island (Toronto, CA) and now as a barely functioning adult, in countryside Japan where they spend their time teaching English to frustrated kids. A strangely blindsiding choice in career after spending some time in Marketing, then Product Design.
After a vicious few years of fighting the productivity demon, Meishang has few other desires than spending all day reading and chilling in their 70 year old kominka in the Nara countryside.
They also write and opine about a lot of things on a regular basis across different mediums, including a novel which is currently in the works.
Meishang cares about equity, responsibility, accountability, beauty and a life well-lived.
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All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, And I intend to end up there. This drunkenness began in some other tavern. When I get back around to that place, I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile, I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary. The day is coming when I fly off, But who is it now in my ear who hears my voice? Who says words with my mouth? Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul? I cannot stop asking. If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break out of this prison for drunks. I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way. Whoever brought me here will have to take me home. This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say. I don't plan it. When I'm outside the saying of it, I get very quiet and rarely speak at all. We have a huge barrel of wine, but no cups. That's fine with us. Every morning we glow and in the evening we glow again. They say there's no future for us. They're right. Which is fine with us. - The Tavern, Rumi