I want to tell more stories

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When I started my career in media, I was very confused about what it meant to be a journalist. I didn’t have any formal training, but I was damn good at hustling.

So, I hustled myself into various jobs. A decade later and everything finally makes sense. Even if I don’t like the sense it makes.

We live in wild times. Media and journalism has changed dramatically. And continues to change. 

I don’t like some of the changes. I don’t like that journalists have started inserting themselves into stories by using phrases like “subject told ME” or “during OUR” interview”.

I abhor the self-promotion. The constant search for relevance. The noise.

I am disillusioned but not disheartened. 

One of my favourite movies is Waking Life. It’s from 2001, but one scene has always stuck with me. It goes like this.

 Hey, are you a dreamer?

I haven’t seen too many around lately. Things have been tough lately for dreamers.

They say dreaming is dead, no one does it anymore. It’s not dead it’s just that it’s been forgotten, removed from our language. Nobody teaches it so nobody knows it exists.

The dreamer is banished to obscurity. Well, I’m trying to change all that, and I hope you are too. By dreaming, every day.

Dreaming with our hands and dreaming with our minds. Our planet is facing the greatest problems it’s ever faced, ever. So whatever you do, don’t be bored.

This is absolutely the most exciting time we could have possibly hoped to be alive. And things are just starting

In September 2018, I made the decided to resign from all full-time roles and go “freelance full-time”. 

Writing this at the start of October 2018, I don’t know what that means just yet, but I know what I dream of.

I dream of telling stories. I dream of reshaping the narrative. I dream of changing the ordinary. I dream of giving a voice to the millions of people who have experiences to share that go beyond sensational headlines. I dream of  talking to people who hustle, quietly, without the need to be heard.

I dream.