A beginning, of sorts.

Hello. I don’t expect to have much of a following on this blog, but I honestly could care less about who’s following me as long as I have a place to put my words and thoughts down in. I’m interested in the blogging aspect of life because it feels very personal and also professional at the same time, a public documentation of yourself, basically. It’s really intriguing to me.

My name is Alyssa Cokinis. I’m an undergraduate at the University of Iowa, studying English and Theatre Arts (and perhaps a certificate in Human Rights). I go back and forth on what I want my future to hold, and so I have discovered I do my best work when I remain present instead of reaching for something in the future that isn’t quite fully formed. I’m trying to rediscover the love of writing and reading I had as a little girl, and slowly but surely it’s returning to me (we’ll see if that sticks once next semester starts, however). I put too much stress on myself and can often be found complaining of neck, shoulder, and back pain. I’m an early riser, though I envy those who can sleep on command: my body either lets me or doesn’t. And I’m learning, constantly learning, loving learning. I love people, but I hate what humanity has done.

What I want to do above all else is help people, to serve a greater purpose for the benefit of human beings I care deeply about and have chosen to associate with. Whether this takes me across the world or leads me back to my roots, I’m ready to take on the challenges that become ever-present and ever-near as a collapse of modern society becomes more and more imminent, what with everyone given distractions so as not to see what is really going on right under their noses.

Some people are noticing, and they are rebelling, rioting, exhibiting things that perhaps ought not be exhibited or perceived in the way they are, but it will only have a purpose if we give it one. Violence escalates from inside the mind, so what can we do to change things without the expense of others’ safety or their hard-earned work? What can we do to alter our path of humanity so that there is a little more hope as we enter the beginning of a very possible demise?

Currently, I am working on a project for a dear friend of mine, fictionalized, but that just may open eyes to what could be in store and what we could survive on, what we could return to. There are still things to be tweaked, but the idea is there, and it is solid and present. He knows exactly what we need to change to, and he has employed me to help him get the message out there, and so I will. A chance is being taken.

Let’s keep taking chances. Seems like it’s the only way we’re going to get through whatever may be in store. And most importantly, let’s remember to love each other beyond the screen, beyond the numbing of society. Technology is not bad, but it can create unhealthy interactions if not used as efficiently as it can for you, personally, individually.

Grasp onto something that’s real. I guess that’s all I have to say for now.

Until next time.

Published by Alyssa C.

Writer & theatre artist from Iowa. Currently quarantining in the Pacific Northwest. MA in Intercultural Communication Studies from Shanghai Theatre Academy (expected 2021).

One thought on “A beginning, of sorts.

  1. Great post and great advice! It’s all about taking chances, being real, and finding something that makes you feel completely alive. Love that you started the post with saying you don’t care who reads it, I think that shows how important it is to you and you’re doing it for the right reasons. Looking forward to keeping up with your posts!


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