The Universe is a Mad Man with a Real Sense of Humor

The six month mark. Tonight, I take a step away from my ordinary day-to-day day train of thought to attempt an anatomy of the past half year living in the big city. From a sports perspective, this is a recap on the last few big plays and blunderments that went down in my life with a moral to the story. The transition from K-Town to Vancity was great, I admired the big city growing up I felt like I needed to be here one day. Touched down Nov 1st and quickly soaked up all that the city has to offer. Of course, in the beginning there were times I felt home sick. I missed not having my close friends around, being around the fam and eating mom's home cooked meals and most importantly, not being able to visit with my grandparents every Sunday. It was rough but that's just the price of growing up. After getting settled down and moving furniture in like it was an ikea convention, I was on my feet almost instantly. Found a crib in the heart of the city, got connected with the electrical union and landed a job shortly after. It's all gravy.

Without any notice, my world wanted to take a turn in a different direction than I had planned. I learned the hard lesson that "nothing's ever promised tomorrow, today." Shit became real. My views on life, career choices and relationships would change. For better or for worse you ask? Well, I'm going to dissect the changes that went down in my world or my "808's and Heartbreaks" so to speak (wow thats two Kanye references in one post). With that said, I've come to a sense of realization that some of the really negative things that happened to me... actually... happened for a reason... in some strange but wonderful way... Go figure?

I felt like I was about to start a fresh, new life in the city. Little did I know that it would soon become literally.. a new life. Originally, I planned on moving here to be closer to my girlfriend who just landed a job the previous month. She asked me to come be with her and I didn't hesitate for a second. But as soon as we touched down and lived apart in different pads, we realized that we had became two very different people and didn't share the same dreams anymore. After all, if you don't share the same dreams and ambitions then what do you have? Mentally and emotionally that was a tough hit to take. Especially after four years invested into someone who you want to believe is your soulmate only to find out they were never truly the one. As much as that hurt, I gave myself some time to mend the wounds and heal up emotionally. I started to write like Shakespeare on steroids to release four years of emotion.

After the shake up from the break up I told myself I'd start concentrating on me and figure out who I was and what I wanted out of life. I suddenly lost interest in being an electrician, discontinued my apprenticeship and realized that just wasn't me. The universe pointed me in the right direction. I fell in love with creative writing and figured I'd go for a journalism in broadcasting degree and maybe one day write about one of my passions. Writing became medicinal for me, I jotted down what was on my chest and interpreted it as a beautiful art. An artist can even find the true beauty in even the most ugly images. I started to take the positives out of the negatives and turned feces into fertilizer. I had no choice but to take myself on and open my eyes. fight off my demons. Now I see these changes as a sequence of life learning blessings in disguise. Without the universe asking me, it created a whole new world where I could reach my potential and live out my real dreams. Incredible.

Well, I've lived and I've learned
I've taken and I've earned
I have laughed, I have cried
I failed and I have tried
Felt the sunshine and the rain
I found joy through my pain
To find out I'm happy
Just
Being
Me...