This blog's for ME

Almost 25 years old, asking my parents if I can sleep in their bed with them. I had thought I was going to be the 25th Prime Minister of Canada. Things had changed. 10 years later, I was still a scared little boy. The time had come to slap myself awake. One Saturday morning, November 19th, 2009, I declared to the world I would be riding my 10 year-old motorcycle from Vancouver, BC Canada to Rio de Janeiro, Brasil, and back.

The official departure was August 28th, 2010. A group of well-wishers saw me off at 8:03 am.

I arrived in Rio de Janeiro around 6 pm March 1st, 2011.

My return to Vancouver came on July 5th, 2011 about 2:00 pm.

Drug & alcohol abuse, ADD, social anxiety, health, chronic pain, night terrors.

So many concerns. But I am far more interested in this question: Do I have the capacity to make this trip despite all my shortcomings?

My mission: To inspire myself to face my fears, enlighten myself on how all living things can peacefully co-exist, enjoy every moment, and see the world as plentiful and generous.

Go ahead. Call me crazy. Call me anything you like.

I'm out to save my world.


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20 years later

It was like yesterday, that Friday night in May. The rented tuxes, the ball gowns, lots of smiles; it was to be an epic night. Our journey into adulthood commenced this hot summer’s eve in the Stettler Wm. E. Hay gym, as we marched through the steps practiced for months. Alongside our partner chosen by height, we took our places in the bleachers, as all eyes were upon us on this one night we could call our own. The valedictorians spoke on behalf of the Graduating Class of 1990, and the Principal handed us our diplomas.
Now, 20 years later, it would have been hard to imagine all that has happened. Marriages, divorces, children, funerals, promotions, trips around the world; as our class join together next weekend, one can only imagine how many stories there will be to tell. It seems now that instead of answers, there are only more questions. How do you sum up two decades of life in 48 hours? Has the unbridled and infinite hopes of these Graduates translated into lives well lived? Will we even recognize each other? We all grew up together, and now, it is time to reconnect. It will be up to us to decide where we go from here.

1 comment:

  1. I don't think the human mind can comprehend the past and the future. They are both just illusions that can manipulate you into thinking there's some kind of change.
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