Over the last year I’ve learned so much about my own path. It’s been a year since I left school and I left San Antonio for good. It was one of the hardest decisions of my life, but it’s been the most rewarding. Although I’ve hit rough patches on this path I don’t regret anything. It was never easy to just get up and go, basically leaving everything I once knew behind. But here I am a year later, smarter than ever, more conscious of my surroundings, and most importantly; one with every aspect of my life.
I once heard that writing is a talent, which is given at the moment you were born. Nothing can change it: you cannot nurse it if you do not have it. And if you have it, it will stay with you forever. So I asked how to define that a person is blessed with writing? And I got no answer. Because there is no such thing as born with a talent. You can have some tendencies and you can be better with words than with numbers, but it will never make you a successful writer. It is just a material, and nothing more. I believe that only a person with a defined aim to become a good writer can get what he or she wants. It takes time and really hard work. Everything comes with a price.
My whole life I’ve struggled trying to find who I am. I guess not having the right guidance at home didn’t really help. But traveling has allowed to dig into a different realm that has essentially helped me find my identity. It’s important for a person to find who they are because this allows an individual to find his/her own path. The clarity allows for a person to follow their own heart without the opinions of others. Our identity makes us who we are and without it we’re nothing. Continue Reading…
We’ve all come to a point in a lives where we hit a wall and we feel gassed out. How do you manage to keep going when you’ve outworked yourself for a long period of time? How do you move forward when you feel like you’ve give your craft everything that you got and you still don’t see any results from it? We’ve all been victims of this mental trap and it’s not easy to get out of it, but deep down inside you have to realize you have to keep pushing. It’s all a matter of perspective and how you view every situation going on in your life, you can either bitch about it or continue to work on your craft.
When you immerse yourself into the unknown, you learn more about yourself than a place where you feel comfortable. Living in Montreal has definitely been a culture shock. Nothing I’m accustomed to. From the language to the culture, everything is completely different from back home. But sometimes we need these kind of experiences in order for us to grow as human beings. Stepping out of our comfort zones is necessary. But even though everything here in Montreal is far from the known, there lies beauty everywhere you look.
Where I come from the opportunities to see the world never arrive on your doorstep. Let alone have the imagination to believe there is a far bigger world out there. Bunch of stoop kids. Kids like me sit on the porch and watch the world pass us, with fear in our hearts never having the courage to get up and go past the porch. Especially when you come from a broken home. Especially when you don’t have a male role model to guide you through the cruel cold world. What hope could we ever have? But I’ll be the first to tell you there is hope, even for kids who come from the same places that I come from. It’s unbelievable what it is out there, you just have to step off the porch and recognize the world is in arms reach. Just grab it.