2018-01-03 at 11:57 AM UTC
we have many defining moments in our lives. whether they be good, bad, milestones, or babysteps; they all mean something to us somehow. this meaning is what defines us as who we are; and is what makes us unique.
the last seven years have gone by in a wingbeat. i chose not to attend university once i graduated due to finances and my inexperience in the world. the concept of it terrified me. i joined the work force and dreams came and gone. i had planned to marry my highschool sweetheart, but things didn’t work out. i jumped from job to job, everytime it was something different. my firstborn child was stillborn and my fiancée vanished into the haze. i travelled to the other side of the world to find love again but instead found out who i really was. i came back to my home and blindly went chasing the concept of love, only to lose myself again and get over my head. another child was born, i had moved to the west coast and tensions remained high. i came back home again and the child was lost. friends came and went. music was played. chemicals were used. images, sounds, tastes, and smells all fading into the obscurity that is time.
last year i found love again, only this time it felt different to me. it felt real. we’ll be getting married within the next two weeks. i just bought my first house and now, as i write this, albeit with a tinge of sadness for the innocence of youth lost, another defining moment has revealed itself. i’ve grown up. and i can’t wait to start the rest of my life.
