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.



I LOVE YOU ALL



Questions, comments, concerns, threats? Contact me: jason.chapman99@gmail.com


Forgiveness


Learning to forgive myself for all my mistakes, and all my shortcomings. Being at peace with who i am, and who i am not. Got reacquainted with some close friends today, and took a chance to meet two new Swiss guys that speak English what a friggen relief let me tell ya. I was full of anxiety all day, and just to prove to the scared little boy inside that I could do it, I went over there and had a chat. Now, we're heading over for pizza and beer.

The world is short two less people here in the last week. Ivy, the concierge from my old Spectrum building lost her fight with cancer this morning. She wasn't expected to make it to 2011, but now she is free from her pain and suffering. Gloria, a family member, passed away last week suddenly and will be sadly missed by many.

The birds are chirping here today, and a light breeze after some intermittent rains. It's moments like this when I grieve all the days lost to anxiety, and when I vow to never let it control me another moment. And as for that fear of rejection thing over my writing to hell with it as my cuz paula says is that the worst that can happen to you? No, and just get over it and find someone who does like my writing. Failing that, I can always eat small, neglected children. Look out kids!!!!

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