Somebody asked me the other day, “Why do you do what you do?”
Now that’s a damn fine question. Hit me square in the chest. And I ain’t one to spit out answers just to be talking, so I let that marinate a minute. I walked with it. Sat with it. Slept with it.
And I still don’t know if I got a clear answer.
But I’ll try.
🔥 Born Bent This Way
I don’t know why I gravitate toward music, toward entertainment, toward tellin’ stories and reachin’ out through that screen. Maybe I was born with a crooked wire that makes me lean toward light, toward a connection. I didn’t choose this—I just am this.
Hell, I been curious since I could hold a thought. I wanted to know how things worked. I’d draw, tinker, dream, imagine. I’d look at the TV and wonder: How the hell did the Flintstones get in there? How did Top Cat and The Three Stooges end up talkin’ to me all the way down here in Alabama?
That wonder never left me. I followed it.
📺 The Broadcast Years
I spent years in the TV game—cutting film, shootin’ news, directin’ live shows, helpin’ folks hook up cable when it was still magic . I didn’t plan that path, but I walked it with both feet.
Even now, I guess I’m still at it—making shows every damn night on TikTok. Ten years strong. Different screen, same soul.
Why?
Man... because I don’t know what else I’d be doin’ if I wasn’t doin’ this. I can’t imagine not creatin’. Not speakin’. Not expressin’ myself.
🧠 Made to Manifest
I believe some of us are just made to make shit. Born to express. We ain’t complete unless we pull somethin’ from the inside and bring it out into the world. It ain’t always for fame. Ain’t always for money. Sometimes it’s just to breathe.
You ever feel like that? Like if you don’t get it out, it’ll turn on you?
That’s me. That’s why I do it. Scared not too.
💭 So… Why This Blog Post?
Why not?
Maybe it will find someone sittin’ in the same kind of wondering, feelin’ like they need permission to create, to speak, to be. And if my words nudge you toward your own “why,” then I’m glad I wrote this.
But truth is, I ain’t doin’ it for the algorithm. I ain’t chasin’ likes. I’m just followin the pull in my soul that says, “Create. Express. Be.”
Because at the root of it, I’m created to be creative. Simple as that.
I don’t know how many more years I got. None of us do. But while I’m here, I’m gon’ keep doin’ what I was built to do. And I hope to hell you do too.
Be all you can be.
And naw—we ain’t talkin’ about no damn Army slogan.
We talkin’ about your soul’s slogan.
So go on. Do what you’re bent and born to do.
I’ll see you out there— streamin’, speakin’, livin’.
Now go have a good damn day.
–BrothaRic