A Long Time Coming

On January 4th, 2012, life hit pause.

A brutal accident shattered my leg into 17 pieces. My chest, arms, and head were torn open. I came this close to dying.

Eight months in bed. Silent. Broken. Watching everything I’d built fall apart.

My dreams? Crushed.
My confidence? Gone.
My time? Stolen.

It was a rebirth, yes — but one that came wrapped in pain.

Cut to 13 years and 5 months later…
I’ve won some. Lost plenty.
I created. I collapsed. I kept going.

And now, I’ve made a decision.
A big one.
A clean one.

Cinema — the thing that once gave me wings — also clipped them.
It cost me my peace, my time, and too many silent battles.

Two films are left. One’s in post. One’s in pre. I’ll finish them. Swift and graceful.

And then — I’m out.
No drama. No regret. Just done.

I’m going back to where my soul always wanted to be: 
Writing. Creating. Expressing. Living.

This is my season of soft power and silent joy.
Of building something beautiful — slowly, mindfully, spiritually.

The universe didn’t push me.
It let me burn out… so I could finally walk home.

No more waiting for “someday.”
This is the day.
This is the way.

I’m happy.
At last.

– Manu

100 Days, 100 Posts. 47/100.