posted on Nov, 28 2013 @ 11:05 AM
I've had new lives. Not by my own volition, I was forced into it for various reasons. Born in Iran, 9 months old, guess my folks didn't like it, too
much political tension, they were 'rebels' and involved with some *$ that's better left untalked about. Moved to Finland. You know, Finland is a
cold place. And not just in terms of weather, but there's a reason so many Finns drink vodka. Cold hearted people find solace in the warmth of
alcohol. Racism was prevalent, dirty looks everywhere we went. Moved again, to Canada. Cold, yes, but at least the people here enjoy beer over a
vodka. I can jive with that. I love beer. I don't love vodka. I like to enjoy a beverage, not having to make a stupid sour face of "this *#$& tastes
like #*&$" every time i take a tiny little sip. Plus, here, when you say hello to people, they don't look at you like you're a convict who escaped
the psych ward of the nearest detention center. They do an odd thing, they smile and say hello right back at you. That took some getting used to, but
you know, after all this time, after all the friends i lost, i came to realize, that no matter where we end up, we are really alone, but at the same
time, as alone as we all are, we are all connected in that loneliness. I have a wife. She isn't faithful to me at all, and we have a child together.
I am definitely alone, though I hardly spend a minute by myself, but being alone, i can identify that at least I am not the only one who is alone.
Do whatever makes you feel good, and loved, and love yourself, challenge is exciting, but excitement is a challenge.