Jonathan Kumar

I heard Hunter S. Thompson explain once in an interview why he became an author. He said, “I became a writer because I couldn’t be anything else. I tried cab driving; I tried working on the railroad. I couldn’t even get a job most of the time.” Although I never drove a cab or worked on a railroad, we have traveled down a similar road. I have worked as a delivery driver, a waiter in a restaurant and stocker in a grocery store among other dreaded vocations. I moved from place to place in search of an occupation I could see myself succeeding in and when I couldn’t find it, I reasoned if what I was seeking wasn’t in the working world, it must be in academia. As a result, I spent the better part of fifteen years earning three college degrees in as many disciplines. I enjoy empowering myself through knowledge, but the love of learning wasn’t my primary reason for higher education. Meanwhile, with each abortive attempt to discover my purpose and meaning, a voice in my head persisted with its incessant inquiry. It asked, “Why are you doing this? You already know what you want to do with your life so why aren’t you?” The reason was fear – first the fear of even being able to commit to and produce a task as daunting as a novel then the fear of a life as a starving artist. I am at the age now where the fear of living any longer suppressing fate has superseded my aforementioned apprehensions. I would like to thank you for visiting my author page and now that you’re here, invite you to join me on this journey into the unknown.