Kevin S. Deziel

It always felt like a pulling feeling in my stomach. An interest in storytelling. More like a need to tell stories. Which seemed to everyone else around me including myself, a way of escaping the reality of my unfulfilled life. For the longest time, I envied people who seemed to know from birth, their mission in life. They contribute to a good life or seem to have the know-how. Some even advise others on how to achieve that good life
At 56, much later in life than is desirable, I confronted my truths and experienced my own personal awakening. For the longest time, I thought, everyone was bat- shit crazy. The best hope was finding others that could tolerate your crazy. Life as it turns out is far more complex and painful than that. The truth about truth is they are pieces of who we all are. Beautiful and comforting truths. They are unsettling, repugnant, and malevolent truths that are pieces of every one of us. It is also true that everyone’s story is a story about us..