Stamped by Nyx

Hello and welcome to ‘Stamped by Nyx.’ Chances are, seeing as how this is the first of hopefully many posts, you came across this blog by chance. Whether it was because you were scrolling endlessly and stumbled upon this blog or an advert of sorts, I am glad you are taking the time to at least read to know what I am about.

            The way things are going in the world these days, times are… Terrifying, to say the least. On one side, there is the harsh reality of life: Mass deportations, rights being stripped away, indoctrination… On the other side, there are many distractions: The hottest celebrity gossip, the newest trends, concerts… I won’t lie; I am also distracted by the more frivolous things, as it hurts less to focus on that than what’s actually going on.

            That is why ‘Stamped by Nyx’ was created. My main goal is to be able to muse about the happenings of life, both frivolous and serious. One can be driven mad by focusing on the harshness of life, and one can be left completely ignorant by keeping one’s head in the clouds. “Keep your head in the clouds and your feet on the ground” rings very true.

            Life is nothing short of a balancing act. Balancing between your dreams and aspirations and what you must do to keep surviving and thriving. Though, to be honest, being able to thrive is so much more complicated than surviving. To many, there isn’t a difference between the two – but do know, there is a significant difference between them.

            This is where you and I meet.

            ‘Stamped by Nyx’ is one of the many ways I perform my balancing act. I want to use this platform to share my experience of surviving and thriving. And I want you, my Inkwalkers, to know that you are not alone, even if it feels as though you are. There are more hard-fast rules to surviving, but thriving is done by making the soul sing.

            Now, you must be wondering what Inkwalkers are, as that is my name for you readers.

            Inkwalkers are the wanderers of ink and night. Souls who have told their stories and those who have yet to do so. Their footprints are not left in the sand, nor are their voices carried by the wind; instead, they are pressed into paper, left in the margins as side thoughts or blatantly written for the world to know. Their lives are woven into the fabric of so many stories yet untold.

            To be an Inkwalker is to find solace in the hush of late-night musings, the quiet pull of distant roads, and the brightness of day and traveling with beloved companions. Dreamers with ink-stained hands, travelers of thought, seekers of stories, and too many interests with not enough time. Wherever an Inkwalker goes, they leave traces of themselves – pieces of their soul spilled across time and life, like constellations across a dark sky—a testament to those who walk the ever-blurred line between reality and reverie.

            You, like I, am an Inkwalker.