That’s Just How It Goes

Well, it looks like here we are again. I’m sitting here, apologizing again for posting so sporadically. I’m starting to sound like a broken record aren’t I? I was hoping to post around once a month this year, but that obviously hasn’t happened. I’ve just been way too busy. I wish I had more hours in my day, I honestly do. I started writing this post, way back in early September (at least I think I did, it’s been way too long). And it’s just been doing a lot of sitting around simmering, but not much stewing unfortunately. I haven’t thought about this post in weeks. My time has been spent on other things. The bad news: I’ve been really busy at work. The good news: I’ve also been busy working on my novel after work. So when do I usually have time to write my blog posts? Let’s just say that I don’t spend my entire work day working on work. I’ll just leave it at that. So this little guy has been hanging out, waiting to be written. I figure let’s do it now before the calendar turns to November. 

I changed. That’s the simple and honest truth. I know it’s a basic, all-encompassing statement but what else can I say? It explains everything. I’m different today, and I’ll be even more different tomorrow. That’s just how it goes. That’s what we should strive for, constant improvement comes through constant change. Otherwise, we stagnate. When we stagnate, we don’t move forward, we don’t move upwards, we don’t move onwards. I know I say this a lot, but this has quickly become one of my favorite aphorisms: we’re on a path towards greatness. Say it to yourself, sing it to yourself, mutter it to yourself, write it down. Doesn’t matter how, but repeat it and believe it. Once you verbalize this truth to yourself, things get easier to deal with. You stop sweating the small things, and your goals come into focus. 

We were meant for big things. Remember that. Good enough is not good enough. Set your sights up above. Your goals are up there in the distance. Don’t look down, don’t look forward, look up. Set lofty goals, and achieve great things. Setting them at eye level or below is compromise, that’s the definition of settling. Settling is how we stagnate, it’s a mental block that prevents us from fulfilling our potential. Know your worth, don’t settle for less. You’re capable of greatness, you’re built for it. Anything less is doing yourself an injustice. So don’t settle. Not when dreaming, not in your artistic endeavors, not in your job or workplace, not in your friendships/relationships, and certainly not in your mindset. 

Sometimes people grow with you, sometimes they don’t. But regardless, don’t sweat it! People change, you change. Not everyone was meant to stick by your side forever. It can be difficult to accept, but sometimes you have to learn to let go. It will most likely be hard, but if it’s time, it’s time. No sense in holding on for dear life if the two of you are drifting apart, and the gap is too wide to mend. People might call you an asshole for letting go of a friendship, but at the end of the day you have to do what’s best for yourself. That may seem harsh, but there’s no way around it. You know what’s best for your own life, and if you don’t go seeking it out, you’re left with compromise. You’re not living the life you deserve. And you deserve the greatest, only the best. You deserve to live a fruitful and productive life. Don’t get me wrong, there will be hardships, but you’re stronger than that. They’re just bumps in the road, not permanent setbacks. Unless you make them that. Life truly is what you make of it. If you believe that you’re bigger than your obstacles, then your willpower will win out. But if you go into a hardship believing you’ll fail, then you just satisfied a self-fulfilling prophecy. 

Your mindset and your mentality are important. Your parents weren’t wrong about that. They told you this constantly when you were young for a reason. Obviously, it’s not as simple as they make it seem. There’s more to it than “be happy,” or “think positively.” It’s nuanced. But you can’t fault their intentions. Unfortunately, not everyone is blessed with good and selfless parents, so I apologize in advance if this doesn’t resonate. I can only speak on my own experiences, and where I come from, my parents always wanted what’s best for me. I can’t say that my parents weren’t misguided at times, but their intentions were always pure. Even so, I always felt that their approach ended with both positive and negative results. The stigma behind mental/emotional health is tough for everybody. I want to say that it’s tougher for Asian-Americans to deal with, but I don’t know that. There’s added pressure for us to excel at everything we do, which again is a double-edged sword. We should strive towards greatness, no question. But there’s different ways to do that. It doesn’t always mean the most prestigious, highest paying, or most financially stable career path. Greatness means different things to different people. I can’t stress that enough. We each walk a different path. We each have a different part to play in the cornucopia of life. We weren’t all meant to be scientists, or doctors, or businessmen. Since I’m not the same as you, and you aren’t the same as them, each role is essential to the societal makeup of our country. That being said, once you understand your role, it’s your duty to excel at it to the best of your ability.  

You may not feel it all the time, but you are essential. Never forget that. Someone, somewhere needs you. Someone, somewhere depends on you. At the end of the day, you’re the only one who can push you to bigger & better things. No one can force you to do anything. I know sometimes it doesn’t feel that way. Sometimes you feel duty bound or you feel stuck or you feel like people are pushing you in a certain direction. But that’s just another misconception. You’re in control of your life. Not everything will go your way. Not every opportunity will open up for you. That’s okay. That’s just how it goes. But it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try. Try for better, try for more. Never give up. Never give in. 

When it comes down to it, only you can make the decisions for your life. You won’t always make the best choices or the right ones, but you live and you learn. From the outside looking in we can only give advice based off of our experiences and/or our knowledge. It’s up to you to decide if it’s the right advice for you, and if you want to follow it. But we can’t make the decisions for you. Some people have trouble making decisions, others are easily swayed. That’s why it’s important to surround yourself with high quality people, so that you can make high quality decisions using high quality advice. Something else they tell us when we’re young is to be careful what friends we choose. Again, they don’t just say it to say it. As teenagers we think we know everything, that we’re smarter than our parents. As we grow older, we slowly start to understand how smart they actually were. Your parents were much better at reading vibes than you were at fifteen-years-old. Some people were bad news and your parents knew it from the start. But you refused to believe it. 

They were usually right, weren’t they? Sometimes you don’t find out someone’s true nature until after you’ve already been hurt. But everyone has to learn their own lessons in their own way. Whether it’s learned the easy way or the hard way is up to you. I don’t know about you, but growing up I was always very stubborn. I didn’t like doing things a different way. I’d try my way over and over until it was clear that it didn’t work. Even then, I might keep trying the same way. What did I know? I was a teenager who had never experienced real life. But even still, I thought I knew everything. Oh, the ignorance of youth. We didn’t know better, but we thought we did. That mindset is unsustainable over time. I think we learned this to an extent pretty early on in our lives. At 19, I think we began to understand. Whether we attended college or not, we started to see how real life actually worked. 

But it makes sense. At that point in our lives, we had already gotten past the awkwardness of puberty. We had already gotten over some of the growing pains that held us back. We were ready for the next stage in our lives. In order to do that, we needed to prepare mentally. We had to shift our thought processes, clear up mental headspace, and rearrange our priorities. Things were different now. We were older, more mature, this & that. Regardless of how we felt, we needed to grow up. Growing up is hard to do, but change is inevitable. It happens to the best and the worst of us. Not all change is bad, so we have to learn to embrace it. It will happen, I promise you. We go through different stages in life. That’s how humans develop. Change will happen, so we need to be ready for it. 

The changes we go through in life aren’t always drastic. More often than not, they arrive in the form of subtle shifts and adjustments. We’re working on building a masterpiece, but we won’t ever have a finished product. That’s just how it goes. The only time it finishes is when we die. But it doesn’t mean we don’t still try. We’re trying to create something better for us and ours. We’re looking for improvement any way we can. It takes a lot of effort, and it’ll probably be slow, but you can’t rush perfection. Moving upwards means that no matter the amount of progress, we’re still looking to improve. It’s a lot to take in, and some may feel excess pressure as a result. But take a deep breath, and take a step back. If you’re better today than you were yesterday then that is something to take joy in and find comfort in. It tells you that you’re on the right track. 

 And sometimes that’s enough. Sometimes it’s all that we can ask for. Change takes time, change takes effort, change takes determination. You won’t usually see the results right away, but you have to learn to be okay with that. If you don’t, life will be that much more difficult. Each day will be that much tougher to get through. Take it step by step, one day at a time. You know the saying, “Rome wasn’t built in a day?” Well, that means that things will come together in time. Relax, and tone down your stress. The added pressure doesn’t help you do things better, it might not even help you do things faster, so take the time to focus on the quality of your work the first time around. We all have a common goal that we’re working towards (or at least we should). We should be looking to improve ourselves and those around us. We want others to thrive so that we can stay motivated. Seeing those around us excelling and doing better should make us want to do better. We either follow the example or we lead by example. Either way, we need to be on an upwards trajectory. 

We move upwards; we move onwards. We do not move downwards; we do not move backwards. In order to work our way towards the peak of our ability, we need to surround ourselves with high quality people. The people that stick with you on your way up are high quality people. They’re people you should surround yourself with. Those who can’t keep up were good for you for a time. Some relationships and friendships fizzle out. Others didn’t fall apart per se, but both parties changed. That’s just how it goes. Those who are bitter at other’s success aren’t people you need in your life. They weren’t good for you then; they aren’t good for you now. They’ll only hold you back. They’re jealous of you. Distressed that you have the willpower to better your situation but they don’t. All it takes is a little bit of drive. A little ambition goes a long way. 

The results will become more tangible over time. We’re all works in progress. We’re all making our own way. But you can’t get good results without putting in the work. You won’t see the fruits of your labor if you don’t toil. Change takes concentrated effort. Improvement doesn’t come without hardships. Your resilience in how you face your hardships is bigger than the hardships themselves. Life is tough. There are good times and there are bad times. You take the good times, you relish them, and you count your blessings. You face the bad times, you get better, and you learn. Each day is different. Each day has its unique challenges. So be prepared for anything. It only takes one little thing to go right, one opportunity, one window. It doesn’t take much for the momentum to change. That’s how momentum works. One small thing, a catalyst, starts a cycle. But not a cycle of sadness, despair, or misery. Break out of that! You can start instead on a cycle of betterment. This is good, it could be better, here’s how I improve. Rinse & repeat. Be ready for the uptick, latch on tight. Improvement and betterment are just around the corner.

But know and understand that when you change, you won’t necessarily be able to take everybody with you. Not everybody in your life will be a forever person for you. Those are just the facts of life. Each friendship has a time limit, whether it’s death, relocation, losing touch, or changing. Every friendship is finite, so you need to cherish who/what you have when you have it. Take each moment in your life and understand that you will never have another moment like it. Each hour, each minute, each second of your life is different. Some moments may seem similar, but they are not identical. If you’re going through a tough time and you never want to experience what you’re going through again, then you have to believe that the next moment will be better. That’s how we reach for improvement, that’s how we achieve our goals. We set our sights off in the distance, hoping and striving, trying to reach out and grasp it. And when we’re not close enough, we try again and again and again. We make a slight change, and we do a little better as we reach out for our goals. 

And when you reach the peak of your achievement, you look back in wonderment at how far you’ve come. You reflect on who came with you, who helped you, and whom you lost along the way. The bottom line is you changed, because you wanted better. You wanted better because you’re striving for greatness. If you’re looking for improvement in all facets of your life, you can’t be afraid that you’ll change, and you can’t be afraid that others will too. Change is inevitable, if you’re striving for greatness. If you don’t embrace change, you’re allowing yourself to be stuck in mediocrity. You cannot improve without constant change. You cannot improve without releasing toxicity from your life. You cannot change if you keep surrounding yourself with the same. The same people, the same environment, the same mental blocks. People will leave, people will grow apart. That’s just how it goes. Your priorities shift as you grow older. Some people grow out of certain things, some people don’t. But either way embrace it. Embrace the good, the bad, and the ugly. Each lesson you learn helps you on your path towards greatness. Each person you meet teaches you something new about yourself or about society. Each opportunity that you embrace helps you achieve your next goal. Greatness is attainable, but we have to work towards it every day. Strive onwards and upwards, not backwards or downwards. Forever pursue greatness. You will see the fruits of your labor soon. 

I AM Tougher

Well, it’s finally happened. Today, I turned 30. Truth be told, it’s an age I used to dread. For some reason, in our society, it’s seen as a milestone age. It’s the arbitrary number that many people like to set as an endpoint to fulfilling their dreams. Those who start their own business before 30 are seen as ambitious & driven, great successes. Those who haven’t quite reached their goals by 30 are seen as aimless, the greatest failures. But this isn’t real life, not really. It’s just a misconception. A false narrative. Things happen for people at different times in life, and at different speeds. It may take someone more time to find their purpose and to get the ball rolling, but that’s ok. It generally takes time for things to gain momentum anyway. Each person’s path towards greatness is different. The winds and turns are unique. So, though your journey may take longer, it doesn’t make you any less ambitious, driven, or successful than those who reached their destinations faster. Remember that Jesus didn’t start his ministry until he turned 30. It’s not too late for you.  

At this point, age ain’t nothin but a number. You’re not 17, 20, or 24 anymore. You’re no longer waiting to vote, waiting to drink, waiting to rent a car. Thirty isn’t anything new for you. It’s just another number. A new chapter in your wonderful life. And believe me, your life is wonderful. You may not see it right now, but adversity only makes you stronger. Dark times only make the bright days brighter. You’ll make it through in the end. It’s just a small rough patch, but it isn’t forever. Things will get better. Time will heal your wounds. So, the start of the next year is something exciting and new. No longer something to be dreaded or feared, but something to be relished. An open door looking upon wonders anew. Each new year is a blessing, a sign that you’re alive.  

So, today I turned 30, but I feel good. I’m alive and healthy, and that’s more than enough. Birthdays used to suck for me, I’ve written about that before in the past. But that’s no longer the case, and it won’t ever be again. I can say with great pleasure that this will be the third birthday in a row that I will thoroughly enjoy and cherish. I will have an amazing day today. I will have an amazing year. I will have an amazing life. That’s not an empty boast. I speak it into existence. I am no longer the miserable whelp that I used to be. What a difference having my mental and emotional health makes. Things were tough, but I AM TOUGHER.  

The universe threw everything it had at you, but you’re still here. I’m still here. What a time to be alive. We were broken people but we aren’t like that any longer. They can’t hold us down; they can’t hold us back. I’m a year older, but a year wiser, and a year healthier. Your mind is without a doubt your strongest weapon. As with any other tool you have to keep it clean and you have to keep it polished. So, what does that entail? It means you have to monitor your thoughts. You have to keep mental tabs on how you feel about different things and why. It means you have to discharge toxicity from your life; cut out negative thinking. What does all this leave you with? It leaves you with a firm sense of self. You know your worth. You know what’s beneficial for you, and you know what’s harmful. You have a better understanding of the intricacies and the nuances of life in general, and your life specifically. You’re rewarded with a top-down view of your life. But most importantly you have better self-awareness. An area that is sorely lacking in this day & age. 

It’s good to dream, it’s good to be confident, it’s good to reach for the stars. But in doing so, you have to be realistic. One of the worst things you can do to yourself is pursue something blindly with little or no awareness. You don’t want to be called delusional. You need time to think and reflect. It’s a must. Not optional. You can give your best effort and still fail; you weren’t meant to pursue everything that you want to pursue. You aren’t going to excel at everything you do. That’s just the way of life. So, you have to focus your efforts and your energy on the path that was meant for you. By 30, you should have some sense of your strengths and weaknesses. If you don’t, you need to sit down and have a conversation with yourself. There’s nothing worse than not knowing who you are or what you stand for. If you don’t even know yourself, how can you expect other people to get to know you or want to get to know you? 

I’ll admit it. This was an area that I struggled with immensely in the past. I had very little self-awareness. One could argue that I had no self-awareness. But that’s just nitpicking. I remember in my junior high and high school days I was peculiar in all the wrong ways. I was an attention seeker, a drama queen. Someone who wanted to stand out for the sake of standing out. Someone who didn’t want to be forgotten or left behind. But I wasn’t honest with myself or others. I was very much in my own world. Living a fantasy. I didn’t have a realistic outlook on where I was, where I was going, or where I wanted to be. I had a skewed sense of self-importance. In my underdeveloped mind I thought people knew who I was, knew what I was about, knew what I was doing. But how would people know things about me if I never told them? People aren’t mindreaders. That’s something someone probably should’ve told me when I was growing up. Cause I lived a life trapped in my delusions. The adolescent mind is a strange place. Easily influenced and easily led astray. 

But likewise, easily confused. And let me tell you, boy was I a confused individual. I wanted to be noticed, but at the same time, I felt uncomfortable when people went out of their way to do things for me. I liked being spoiled, but I also wanted to fade into the background. That being said, having a late summer birthday was a blessing and a curse (probably more so a curse). Having a June birthday, your mom would probably send you to school with a bunch of cupcakes on one of your last days, and you would have a nice birthday celebration to close out the school year. Having an early August birthday, you weren’t given that luxury. You were forgotten about. You couldn’t really celebrate at the end of the year, because there was still some time before your day. But on the other hand, you couldn’t celebrate at the beginning of the year because 1) your time had already passed, and 2) you still had to traverse the awkwardness that comes with starting a new school year. As a result, I never had a birthday party growing up. And that wasn’t for lack of asking on my mom’s part. I was young, but I already had anxiety thinking about who to invite, and who would show up. I was an overthinker at a young age. So, I declined to have birthday parties. 

As I got older, this desire changed. I wanted recognition on my special day, but how would I go about it? I didn’t really know, so I never vocalized it. There was thus a disconnect between what was in my mind and what was out there in the universe. People didn’t know when my birthday was so how could they celebrate it? I never told anybody so how would they know? But I still remember vividly the first summer that I worked at camp, I had the same birthday as another individual. I woke up and went to the dining hall for breakfast like any other day, and what I saw distressed me for reasons I didn’t know at the time. There was a banner and balloons telling the whole world that it was this individual’s birthday, but barely anybody had acknowledged mine. I had mentioned the date in passing to a few people, but in my mind, I thought I had made it clear and obvious. That was evidently not the case. This incident fouled my mood for the rest of the summer. This was my first encounter with the birthday blues. I remember later that week, we had our staff dinner, celebrating the hard work we had put in for the summer. I spent that night crying in the cabin, feeling unloved. When asked what was wrong, I really had no answer. 

This was depression. This was anxiety. I knew I had the former, and I knew nothing about the latter. But I didn’t know how to cope with either of them or how to handle the added pressure. And I wouldn’t learn more for quite some time. This was my first bout with depression. My transition from a good upbringing to a tortured existence. The battle was within my mind, I really didn’t understand that. So, my perception was that I was misunderstood. People didn’t know who I was. Now, I wasn’t wrong. But my focus was aimed at the wrong things. Due to lack of self-awareness, I didn’t realize that there were quite a number of things I could/should change, and that there were many areas of weakness that needed improvement. I was angry at the world because they didn’t get me. But I was too blind to see that I didn’t get myself. My hardships were always someone else’s fault. I didn’t want to take accountability for the shittiness that I felt. Because that would make me culpable. 

It’s a hard thing to accept. Especially when your mind isn’t fully developed yet. I know they say adulthood starts when you turn 18, but I really don’t believe that. Our society expects 15- and 16-year-olds to be this close to having their shit figured out, but it couldn’t be further from the truth. Towards the end of my college career, I thought I had it figured out. I thought I knew what I wanted to do and where I wanted to go with my life. But this was another false notion. What I wanted was not in fact what I wanted. It was actually what I thought society wanted from me and what I thought my parents expected. That’s not the way to live. You’ll find out sooner or later that sometimes this doesn’t satisfy. Hopefully. What you need is purpose, passion. If you don’t love what you do, you’re not going to be happy. 

Sometimes a job is just a job. It makes ends meet. And it’s fine for a time. But don’t you want more from life? Don’t you deserve more? Stop feeling sorry for yourself, and get out and make something of it. There are things to do, places to go, people to meet, art to appreciate. If you know you’ve reached a dead end, the best thing to do is to double back and try a different route. You have options. You aren’t stuck. It just takes a little bit of thinking to reason out your next step. Your next step doesn’t have to be a leap. It can be a baby step, it can be an inch. A next step is an indication that you’re searching for something better. For something more. This can be career-wise, a personal or financial goal, a new passion or hobby. It doesn’t matter. If you love something and you’re good at it, find a way to maximize your potential. 

I’ve touched upon all of this before, but important things need positive reinforcement. Keep repeating positive things to yourself until you believe them. Soon it becomes a lifestyle, it becomes your first instinct. It becomes your mantra. In changing your thought process you made yourself 1% better. And that’s what we should strive for: 1% better each day. That is how you heal, that is how you release the grip that trauma has had on your life. That is how you make it through to the next year. You want to constantly be looking for ways to better yourself. Where you’re at is not good enough. You’re on a path towards greatness. So each new day, week, year you should be seeking to show the world a better version of yourself. Year 29 was good, but year 30 will be even better.

It took me a while to get here, but I made it! I’m still here. I went through some shit in my life, but I did it. Every year from age 5 to age 22, they ask you what you want to be when you grow up. I thought I knew, but I really didn’t. Things changed, circumstances changed, my mind changed. Even after college I thought I knew what my path was, but I didn’t. I hadn’t found my truth, I hadn’t found my purpose. I didn’t discover it for real until 28. I wasn’t happy and I wasn’t satisfied. I had no purpose and I had no motivation. I was stuck in a rut for a long time. My birthday blues came and went, came and went. And depression built month by month. I had good days and I had bad days. Ups and downs. But until I addressed the root of the issue, things didn’t change. Until I tackled the two decades plus of pent-up emotion there was no release for my discontentment. Until I got my mind right nothing else went right. What a difference having my mental and emotional health makes. What a difference it makes, finally being healthy. Ooh I feel good. I feel great. Thirty is just another number. A new chapter waiting to be filled with new adventures. Depression was tough, but I AM TOUGHER. Bring on the new year.

He Watches Over Me

So, I’m going to try something new here. The primary purpose of my blog posts/essays was always two-fold: to practice writing, and to keep the throttle primed. Before last year I only wrote when I was inspired or when I had a coherent premise in mind. Now that’s not necessarily a terrible approach, I mean you’re still stoking your creativity after all. But it’s not the most efficient or effective (for me at least). In order to get better at writing and to form a habit you have to be writing regularly. It doesn’t have to be every day, and it doesn’t have to be a certain number of words written or time spent. Regularly for you is likely different than regularly for someone else. That being said, I think it’s time for me to experiment a little. So, what am I getting at here? Glad you asked; that’s a great question!  

Before I tell you, let me clarify that I’m not changing my direction. I’ll still write about mental health/illness, provide positivity, and give advice, but we’re going to add something else to the mix. I decided a few weeks ago that I’m going to start writing short stories. I figure that’s the best way to learn how to teach myself how to write a novel. I’ve had a good amount of practice writing poetry and first-person accounts of events, but I haven’t done as much with third-person storytelling, which will be critical. So here we go, I’m going to try it out. The truth is that I did start writing one, and I probably would’ve posted it by now already if I hadn’t accidentally deleted it. Lesson learned, always keep backups. Storing your files on the cloud is usually a good idea, except that it doesn’t thwart user error. Well, now I know. It’s best to have a cloud version and a local version, that way you don’t lose all your work. Which actually, thankfully, isn’t exactly what happened. It could’ve been worse. You know me. I try to find the positive in every negative situation.   

So, what happened was I had decided to transfer my photos/videos from my old iPhone to my new one. In order to do that, I first uploaded all the files to my iCloud, then downloaded them onto my Macbook, so that I could turn off the old iPhone and finish the last step of the transfer at a later date. Looking at it now, I realize I didn’t have to do all this. I could’ve just left them on iCloud for now and downloaded them straight to my phone when I had time. Oh well, it’s too late now. But as I was saying, I downloaded the photos onto my Macbook and reuploaded them to iCloud, then deleted the photos from my Mac. In doing so, I inadvertently deleted a folder that I had named Morning Pages. This folder contained the short story I was working on, as well as backup copies of my blog posts and everything I had written since 2020. But I have to admit that I did get lucky. A lot of these documents were just words and random thoughts & musings, not publishable content. The only thing I really missed was the aforementioned short story that I had started, but it wasn’t like I scrapped a magnum opus or anything like that; at this point it was only a 500-word story. It can and will be restarted and rewritten. After all, that’s the whole point of this post.  

I’m not going to lie; I was a bit bummed out after this incident. That’s why I didn’t try to rewrite it right away. I had started writing this story the Friday before Memorial Day weekend on what turned out to be an unexpected day off. On Monday June 7th after work, I decided to sit down, work on the story, and hopefully finish it. Only to discover that the story no longer existed. What a bummer… But that just means the story will be even better than it was before! But I have to say, the biggest relief had nothing to do with the story at all. My biggest relief was that I didn’t delete the folder that contained all of the material that I’ve been working on for my fantasy series. Honestly, I don’t know what I would’ve done if that was deleted. Months of work and planning would’ve been gone down the drain at the snap of a finger. That would’ve been truly devastating. But God was watching out for me, as He always does. And He saved me from true heartbreak. His divine providence is something to rejoice over, and to count as a constant blessing. But enough preamble, without further ado, here’s a tale I call “He Watches Over Me.”  

Richard had it all: money, fame, fortune. But he wasn’t happy. Wasn’t happy and now he’s dead. He was a workaholic. Always had been. He saw that his father was a deadbeat, and vowed from a young age that he wouldn’t be like him. But that didn’t help him any in the end. Dick and Richard died the same way, a heart attack followed by a fiery car crash. In life, the two were as different as different can be, but that didn’t mean a thing in death. 

Dick couldn’t hold down a job to save his life. It just never worked out, although admittedly he never tried that hard. Excuse after excuse, but he was never to blame. They didnt appreciate the work he did; his coworkers were out to get him; this workplace was unAmerican. Always a different story for why he was out of a job yet again. But the reality was that the drink was always what did him in. Dick was a monster with little self-awareness. Angry at the lemons that life threw him, but never enough ambition to do anything about it. A blame-shifter, a gaslighter, a beater; Dick was a despicable human being. Everybody knew it, but nobody did anything about it. It wasn’t their place. No surprise that Richard rejoiced when he died. Dick was his father, but was never a father to him. It would’ve been better had he left. He was present but not present. Which made him no different than any of the other deadbeat fathers that had abandoned their families when the going got rough.  

Richard vowed to not be like him, and he wasn’t. Richard worked hard at everything he did. He was a perfectionist. At the slightest change of plans, freak-out was imminent. He would get his way, no matter what. It didn’t matter how improbable a task, things had to happen the way that Richard envisioned. Or else someone would pay. And by God, he knew how to make someone pay. Scapegoat wasn’t a word in his vocabulary, but it was ever-present in his life. So, in that sense, he and his father were no different. Self-righteous, serial blame-shifters. But in the end, it really didn’t matter. They were both dead as can be.  

“Where am I? What happened?”  

“Car accident.”  

“I mean, I can see that. What the fuck?! Why’s my car totaled? Someone will pay. Who did it?”  

“You. You had a heart attack then crashed.”  

“You can’t be serious. I was perfectly healthy.” 

“No… Actually, you weren’t.” 

“Wait… Who are you?”  

“I go by many names, but you can call me the Reaper.”  

“Is this some sort of sick, twisted joke? What are you, some sort of demented weirdo?” 

“I assure you this is no joke. Look at my clothes. I am who I say I am.” 

“Wait a minute. So, you’re telling me that you’re actually real?!” 

“Yes. You see me clearly in front of you, do you not?” 

For the first time during this whole ordeal, Richard took a look down. What he saw unsettled him no end. He saw his battered and broken body strewn across the pavement. Blood splattered fifteen feet in nearly every direction. His corpse was in fact nowhere close to his burning vehicle, as his body had been launched from the Corvette as soon as it had hit the median. The vehicle was straddling the guardrail, resting on what was now its crushed, non-existent passenger side. What unsettled Richard more than seeing his own bloody body was seeing his incorporeal-self floating several feet above the accident. 

“Bring me back. I’m too young to die.” 

“What was that?” 

“I said bring me back! You’re the grim reaper. Bring me back to life!” 

“I cannot do that. It is not in my power to grant life. I bring only death.” 

“Well, if you can’t do anything about it, get me in touch with someone who can.” 

“I’m afraid that isn’t possible. There’s no one else. It’s just you, me, and death.” 

“C’mon man. I’d like to speak to your supervisor. You must have a boss; everyone has a boss.”  

“That’s not how this works. Follow me, I have something to show you.” 

“What is it?” 

“So many questions. Stop asking, just follow.” 

Before Richard could say another word, there was a blinding flash and he was transported to a different time and space. Or rather, a capsule devoid of time or space. Or maybe, just a memory. Richard, always so sure of everything that happened in his life, for the first time was unsure of what he was seeing. Richard, always with a word to say, for the first time was left speechless. Richard, who always knew everything about everything, for the first time had to admit that maybe he knew nothing. That was as far as he would go. Maybe. After all, it would be very off-brand to concede fault, ignorance, or weakness. Nevertheless, despite his reservations, he ended up opening his mouth, but before he could speak, the Reaper interjected, “don’t speak. Just watch.” 

Entranced by the scene that was unfolding before his eyes, Richard did not realize that his mouth was hanging agape. But he did as he was told, and watched. What he saw was not something that he remembered, but there was a strong inkling in his mind that this past event had actually occurred. 

His son, Ricky was sitting on the floor of the living room, eating dinner and watching TV with his mother, when he asked, “Mommy, when is daddy coming home?” 

“I don’t know Ricky. You know how busy he is.” 

“But, mommy… I miss him. Can I call him?” 

“No, sweetie. You know he doesn’t like being bothered when he’s at work.” 

“So, what do we do now?” asked Ricky as he started crying. 

“Your father and I love you very much Ricky. I hope you know that. Eat your dinner, so that you can grow big and strong. If you finish all your vegetables, I’ll read you your favorite book.” 

“But I’m not hungry anymore.” 

“It’s ok. Neither am I. Just sit here and hold onto mommy,” said Richard’s wife as she gestured towards her lap. 

         

Pop! Flash!

For the second time, Richard was temporarily blinded. When his vision cleared, the scene that he was watching disappeared, and was replaced with a different one that Richard surmised had occurred five or six years ago. Looking around, he realized that he was at a baseball game, and his son Ricky, now 12 years old, was stepping up to the plate. 

Its the bottom of the 9th, and Ricky Kelly is up to bat. The score is 41. Bases are loaded. The Devil Dogs are down to their final out. Its their last chance at getting into the playoffs

Swing & a miss. The count is 01

Good eye Ricky. That ball was up & in. 11

Crack

Ooh, Ricky launched that one to right field. But, oh no Its curving foul. Count is 12. The Dogs are in trouble now.”

Crack

Oh my God! He did it! He really did it! He crushed that ball! Going, going, gone! Ricky Kelly with the walkoff grand slam! The Devil Dogs are in the playoffs!”

As Ricky rounded the bases, Richard could see that his son had tears in his eyes. 

“Way to go Ricky!” Richard’s wife exclaimed as soon as he reached the plate. But Ricky wasn’t in the mood. 

“Let’s just go home mom,” Ricky said dejectedly.

“What’s wrong?” 

“He wasn’t here. He didn’t come. He promised me.” 

“I’m sorry you’re disappointed Ricky. You know how busy he is.” 

Pop! Flash!

The scene reset. Pomp & Circumstance was playing in the background, as Ricky walked up to the podium.  

“And now a few words from your Valedictorian Ricky Kelly!”

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

“Thank you everyone. I’m going to keep this short & sweet, I’m not one for speeches… I do have plenty of people to thank for supporting me along the way: my mom, my friends, and my teachers. Without them I wouldn’t have been able to get to where I am now. Like I said, short & sweet, so I’ll leave y’all with this. Just remember that you can accomplish your dreams and more if you put in the effort and believe in yourself. But you can’t do it alone. Cherish what you have and count your blessings. But most importantly don’t forget to tell your friends and family that you love and appreciate them.” 

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap

Way to go Ricky!”

“Let me guess, he’s not here is he mom?” Ricky asked as the ceremony concluded.  

“You know how busy he is.” 

“You know I hate when you say that. I’m tired of it. I’m sick of the same damn excuses.” 

“Language Ricky!” 

“I’m sorry. Whatever, let’s just go.”   

Pop! Flash

“Enough. I’ve seen enough,” Richard mumbled. 

“I have nothing else to show you. I take it you have learned your lesson?” 

“Yes, I have.” 

“And tell me, what is it that you’ve learned?” 

“I’ve tried my hardest to give my Ricky a good life, but I haven’t been there for him. I’ve missed every significant milestone in his life. He needs me around.” 

“Very good.” 

“I know what I must do now. I tried my hardest to not be like my father, but like him I have not been present in my son’s life. The process was different but the result was the same.” 

“So, what comes next?” 

“I’ve made plenty of money in my lifetime. But I’ve barely spent any time with my son. I will quit my job tomorrow. Hopefully it’s not too late for me to learn how to be a father.” 

“Well, my job here is done then.” 

“So, you really aren’t the grim reaper then, are you?”

“I am what you made me to be.” 

Ok, clear! Lets try it one more time.”

Whoomp 

BeepBeepBeep… 

We have a pulse! Man was he lucky. Someone up there was watching over him. Hes lost a good amount of blood, but he only has a concussion, a broken leg, and a few cracked ribs. Hes going to be alright folks! Step on the gas, we still need to get him to the hospital though.”

Richard opened his eyes and smiled. He knew what he needed to do next. 

Listen!

Listen 

And… we’re back! Sorry I’ve been so sporadic with my posts lately. I haven’t been consistent in the slightest, and I apologize for that. I’d like to say that things came up, but that’s not exactly the truth. The implied connotation for that phrase is similar to, “we need to talk.” A declaration that something is wrong, that confrontation is imminent, that an urgent matter is on the docket. But that is not the case in this regard. Simply put, I’ve been busy. I’m still just as dedicated to my writing as I have been, but let’s be honest, so far 2021 has been much different than 2020. But then again, each year is different. That’s just the reality of it. We like to throw around the phrases, “same old, same old,” or “same shit, different day,” but that’s selling each 24-hour period short. The implication is that you believe that each day is the same as the next. If that were truly the case, then believing that change is on the horizon or that there are better days ahead would be illogical. If each day is the same then there is no allowance for nuance. But that’s not how life is. Each day is different, and as such, each week is different, each month is different, and each year is different. 

The long and the short of it is that in 2020 I had more time to write. There were periods of time when I wasn’t working; there were times when I was working from home; on top of that, the whole world was shut down, which all afforded me extra writing time. Although I haven’t been posting as much this year, I can still see that this year is fruitful. Things are coming together for sure. Although the fingers aren’t clacking (as much), the mind is still working, the gears still turning, ideas still engaging. I set my goals: short-term, long-term, and in the mid-future, and I won’t settle until I’ve accomplished everything I’ve set out and more! I believe in myself, I trust in my God-given ability, and I know my self-worth. My mind is focused, my blinders are up. I know what I have to do, it’s just a matter of doing it now.  

But just cause my mind is clear and my objective is off in the distance and there for the taking, it doesn’t mean I can’t always learn more and I can’t find alternative paths that lead to my destination. Life is all about learning and adapting. Those that don’t adapt, get left behind. In an ever-changing world you can’t afford to let that happen. You need to keep an open mind. I know I keep going back to the same old mantras, but I repeat them because I believe in them. That being said, keeping an open mind means being amenable to gaining knowledge from unexpected sources. One such source would be God. Obviously, whether or not it’s unexpected depends on your perspective. 

When God tells you something, listen. Listening and obeying is what I struggle with, more than anything else. I know I’ve said that about other things, but it’s for real this time! Growing up, I always prayed for guidance, to hear his voice, for Him to show me a sign. And He always granted that request. It turns out that maybe I was praying for the wrong thing. What I probably needed more was actually an obedient heart and discernment. But it’s hard to break out of habits, especially bad ones. That only became more and more evident as I went to more therapy sessions. Not to sound like a broken record, but looking back on things you’ve learned, you realize how simplistic all these lessons seem. But the little things add up. Small tips and tricks go a long way. Each seemingly minuscule lesson or change in your lifestyle plays a part in altering your brain chemistry and your mindset. It’s easy to retreat to your default thought process; sometimes it seems as though the more things change, the more they stay the same. It’s hopeless. I can’t change. I can’t get better. It’s just wasted effort. I try and try but nothing is different. These are all lies. Don’t let that sense of doubt creep into your mind. In order to enact change in your life, you need to be intentional.  

The old adage, “you’ll only change if you want to change,” is not just a cliché. Sure, maybe it’s overused, but it’s still a truth that you need to internalize. Come to think of it, most of these sayings have lost their meaning. But take a second and really think about the words. You’ll find meaningful advice hidden there. Breaking out of habits takes time and concentrated effort. When you find yourself falling back into bad habits, you have to make a mental note of it and force yourself to think, act, or react in a different way. Eventually this will become your new norm, but it will not develop on its own. At the start it needs to be manufactured. The first step to progress is acknowledging that there is something wrong and that things could be done differently. But remember that the first step is the hardest part. Once you accept responsibility for the change in your life it becomes easier. You’ll start seeing the steps lay themselves out in front of you. You’ll be able to see what you need to do and where you need to go. Now keep in mind that it won’t always be easy. You might backslide or feel like you’re regressing, but you need to keep pushing forward. That’s the only way.  

The only way to develop a habit is repetitive action. The only way to break a habit is intentional action. Progress begins with you. The person most capable of helping you is yourself. The most reliable person in your life is you. People may tell you that they’ll be with you through thick and thin, but their actions might tell you differently. But that’s just how life goes. People drift apart, friendships fizzle out. People will let you down, even your loved ones. An innocuous comment can end up cutting deep. Words can be misconstrued; actions can be misinterpreted. You aren’t going to make everyone happy. You can’t please everyone. That’s just the way of it. That’s why you have to focus on yourself and your goals. The only thing in your control is you. We’re all individuals and as such we will react differently to external stimuliYou have to learn how to tune out the noise, which again takes concentrated effort. If you want better for your life, you have to reach out and grasp it. It’s there for the taking. 

But it’s important to form good habits. Without good habits you won’t consistently get the most effective results. Don’t get me wrong, good things can and will happen, and you will have positive outcomes, but the process is equally as important as the end result. Your main focus in life should be setting yourself up for success, both in the present and in the future. And this starts with the process. If your process is solid then your results will be consistent. On your path towards greatness, consistency is paramount. You have to break out of the cycle of monotony and despair. Life is too short to spend the majority of it miserable. Love the life you live, it’s the only one you’ve got! If you’re not happy with where your life is then you have to take the proper steps to pursue happiness. No one is going to do it for you. Your happiness and sense of purpose are more important than money or prestige. If you wake up one day and realize that you’ve gone down the wrong career path, it’s not too late to change. You are in control of your life. Sometimes it doesn’t feel that way. Sometimes you feel stuck or lost, but you need to take a step back and BREATHE. Relax and refocus.  

Once you’ve realized your purpose, you have to do everything in your power to reach your dreams and achieve your goals. Don’t start doubting your ability, and don’t question your decisions. Once you make a decision, stick to it! But keep in mind, that it’s okay to “fail”. Not everything is going to work out the way you anticipated. Not everything will be accomplished on your first try. What matters is that you tried. But now that you’ve seen Method A turn up unsuccessful, it’s time to try Methods B, C, and D. Keep pushing. Let the word “failure” be stricken from your vocabulary. You know where you wanna go, it’s just a matter of figuring out what needs to be done, and actually doing it. Don’t let fear control you. Too often, people our generation are holding themselves back due to their fears. Fear of living up, fear of meeting expectations, fear of opinions, fear of image. But none of this matters nearly as much as you think it does. You have to do what’s best for #1. If you feel like you need to quit your toxic work environment, do it. If you think it’s best to decline a promotion because it doesn’t help you on your career path or doesn’t feel like the right fit, do it. If you feel like it’s time to exit the regular workforce and start working for yourself, doing contractor work, or going back to school, DO IT. It’s not too late to start over, or to pursue something different. Don’t call it a mid-life or a quarter-life crisis. Instead call it quarter-life renewal & rediscovery. People change their minds about things all the time, so do not be afraid to change your mind in regards to your career. People don’t always stick with one thing. Most people have multiple things that they’re passionate about. People have differing interests, and sometimes these interests change. Do what makes you happy, do what feels fulfilling, do what you love. Release yourself from your fear(s), you’ll feel much better for it. 

Others will look at you funny, trust me. Someone somewhere will think you’re crazy for doing what you just did. You turned down a lucrative financial position to become an artist?! You quit your job with nothing lined up and took six months off?! You took a job that pays you less?! First off, mind your business. Second, I’m doing this for ME. Like I said, you can’t please everyone. Fuck the haters, it’s your life. People like to talk, people like to gossip, people like to judge, but that’s cause they’re jealous. They wish they had the cojones to quit their job without anything lined up. They wish they had the drive to pursue their dreams. They wish they weren’t riddled with self-doubt. They like to make excuses, and claim that they’re stuck. The only thing stuck is their mindset. They accepted mediocrity, they embraced monotony, they settled into their loser mentality. So don’t get too caught up in the opinions of people that don’t matter. It’s in one ear, out the other. Brush your shoulders off. Losers can’t bring you down. Cut off the negativity. Positive vibes only. You’ve got this shit. You’re on top of the world and nobody can stop you. You’ll come out just fine, because you’re working on you.  

For reasons unknown, it is taboo to talk about mental illness and emotional health in this society. But we need to break the stigma. It’s okay to admit that you’re broken, in fact we all are. Let’s talk about it. I’ve been beating this drum for a year and a half now, and I ain’t gonna relent. Sorry, not sorry. This is an issue that I will always go to bat for. It would be a waste if I went to 22 months of therapy and didn’t share my knowledge and experience. You know me, I am a strong advocate for therapy. But if there is anything in my power to prevent someone from reaching the point where it is necessary, I will do it. Whether that be in the form of conversation, encouragement, or advice, I stand open before you. I am not a professional, and I will never claim to be one, but I am more than willing to open up a dialogue. I was in a dark place and I don’t want to see other people go down a similar path. It pains my heart to see such brokenness. 

My girlfriend’s sister asked me the other day if I was happy. And I told her unequivocally, “yes I am.” I feel good about where I am. I may not have a high paying job, own a house, or have fame or recognition, but I can say that I undoubtedly am thriving. That’s because I’ve been cutting out the bullshit, I’ve slowly but systematically removed the toxins from my bloodstream. It started out with my loser mindset. I was like every other miserable millennial in the US: working a dead end job that I hated; not saving enough money for my future; not thinking I had a future; thinking that this was it, I’m going to be working and grinding for 45 years with nothing to show for it; feeling lost and unfulfilled. My thoughts were filled with pessimism, self-lament, melancholy, and nihilism. But I found a higher purpose. It stemmed from reaching the darkest point of my life, but without it there wouldn’t have been progress. I needed something that would catch my attention and get me to therapy, and this was God’s way of doing it. 

There were several occasions where therapy looked like it was on the horizon but never ended up happening. There was a period of time in college where I went to see one a few times, but it wasn’t consistent. It was a school-provided service, which let’s be honest, isn’t the greatest. I don’t pin all the blame on the individuals working there, a university has thousands of students, not everyone is going to get the adequate care that they need. So that didn’t work out. There were several times in high school where my depression kicked in to a higher gear, and I told my mom I needed to see a therapist. But if mental health is taboo now, it was even more so back then, so that didn’t happen either. Regardless, God found a way. He gave me what I needed, and I’m better for it.

There’s no doubt in my head that it worked, that’s why I’m such a strong advocate for it. Early on, I had told my therapist, “I feel like depression will never leave me. I can figure out methods to cope with it, but it will always creep back.” Let me be the first to tell you that this is another lie from the devil. I can happily say that I’ve been freed from the bonds of depression, and I’m never going back! Sure, sometimes it tries to creep back, but I don’t let it take root. You can have shitty days, everyone has them, but you aren’t going to have a shitty life. But in order to prevent that, you have to cut out toxicity. There are some things that you may not be able to get rid of right away, that is why you have to take the time to evaluate your life. What negative things affect you the most? What things can be changed quickly? If you don’t like certain things in your life, it’s up to you to change it. For me my trimming process went as such: first I stopped taking everything my mom said to heart, she means well but she is manipulative and controlling; second I left my toxic work environment, which allowed me to start thinking clearly for the first time in six years; third I drank and smoked less, lessening my dependence on crutches that prevented me from properly addressing issues; fourth I started concerning myself less with the opinions of my friends and peers, I killed my FOMO and I stopped trying to live up to expectations that I had projected upon them. Once I cut out the negative energy, I was able to redefine my life in accordance to God’s will. What was my purpose and what were my strengths?

Realizing what I wanted to do with my life was the most empowering and freeing thing that ever happened to me. Sure, I didn’t find out until 28, but it’s not too late to chase your dream. That’s what drives me forward, that’s why I can be happy in such a fucked up and miserable world. Cause I know I will hit it big with my writing someday. That I believe, and that’s what gives me the motivation to tackle each new day. I’m on a path towards greatness. Right now where I’m at is just a quick pitstop. But I do get the sense that if circumstances were different and if I had paid more attention earlier in my life I would’ve ascertained my life ambition sooner. I mean, that’s neither here nor there, but let’s just play this scenario out.

God is the creator of everything, that much we know. God works in mysterious ways is another saying that we hear often. That being said, God is the creator of foreshadowing, although we really don’t think about that. If I look back on my life, reading and writing have been constants. Writing is what I was called to do, but it took me a while to put two and two together. God played with foreshadowing so that the older me would know that this is in fact what I’m called to do. When I was a kid sure I played outside like everyone else, but mostly I was inside playing with Legos or reading books. As I got older I drifted away from casual reading, but did still thoroughly enjoy nearly every novel that we read in my English classes. I still remember To Kill a Mockingbird, Beowulf, 1984, Of Mice & Men, and many more. I didn’t start reading casually again until I got to college, but it quickly became one of my favorite pastimes. Reading just hits different. There’s nearly no limit to the depths your imagination can go to when devouring fiction that’s free from the inhibition of pre-conceived visual representation. This aspect is what makes books and audiobooks unique compared to other art forms. Anyway, I’m drifting off topic here. 

I’ve been blogging on and off for more than a decade. As a pre-teen I had a Xanga page. I don’t remember what I posted on there, but most of it was writing in some form. Back in sixth grade, I started listening to rap music, so I thought I could become a rapper, so I wrote a few rhymes. In eighth grade I started playing guitar, so I thought I could be in a band, so I wrote some lyrics. Later on, I started a blogspot then switched to Tumblr. I mostly just reposted pictures and random things that I liked, but my freshman year of college I started writing poetry. And now obviously, I write here. So what does this all have in common? Writing. Writing is writing is writing. The funny thing is I didn’t start seeing myself as a creative until recently. But when it comes down to it, that’s what I’ve always been. I wasn’t built for an office job, or to be a salesperson. That’s one of the reasons why I was miserable for so long. 

John Mayer once described creativity as pulling something into existence; reaching behind a veil that separates what you know from what you don’t know, and creating something from it. One of my friends had shown me this clip recently, and there couldn’t be a more apt comparison. When I work on my blog posts/essays and my fantasy novel/series, it truly does feel like that’s what I’m doing. My essays are usually long because they don’t feel complete until I’ve said everything that I want to say. It’s a way of organizing my thoughts into coherent sentences and paragraphs. For my novel, the story is buried in my head somewhere but it’s like uncovering a fossil. Bits and pieces become clearer as I think more about it. It truly feels like a lightbulb moment each time I answer one of the questions that was circulating in my mind. Although nothing has been written at that point, progress has still been made. So it’s slowly but surely coming together, and I won’t rush greatness.

So even though it took longer than needed for me to finally understand the impact that I was meant to make in this world, I won’t stress about it. But the loss of time is why it isn’t just about hearing God’s voice, it’s also about listening and obeying. When He tells you something, it could come in the form of a strong nudge or a straight up shout, but be obedient. It’s always better in the long run. In the past, if I didn’t like the sign He gave me, I would ask for another sign or do the opposite like Jonah. But you can’t fool God. You’ll usually find your way back to that same crossroads further down the line. When you’re doing things according to God’s will you will know, because he will give you continuous nudges of encouragement and reveal more signs to light your path. Likewise, if you keep doing the opposite, He will also let you know. Because He also has a funny sense of humor; it could come to you as minor embarrassment or become an “I told you so moment.” The best you can do is listen and obey. God will always find a way. But will He need to tell you twice?

Comic Relief

BREAKING NEWS! I’m a nerd.  

Just kidding. You know this, I know this, my mom knows this, the stranger across the street knows this. We all know this. To say otherwise or to reject the notion that I am one is nothing short of a bald-faced lie. I used to try to hide my nerdiness, at least just a little. Tried to conceal it to some extent, but I was just lying to everyone around me. I used to be ashamed cause I cared too much about my image. But that was just a façade, that wasn’t me. That was just a sliver of my personality, and my mind. Just the ice on the surface. There was more to me that needed uncovering. Shrek once told us that “ogres are like onions,” but he wasn’t just talking about ogres. Humans are onions too. We have layers. We’re deeply complex individuals with differing interests, passions, and pursuits. So be free to like what you like. Time spent trying to cover up is wasted effort. Stop being sheep: liking what your friends like, doing what your friends do. Stop being parrots: saying what your friends say, posting what your friends post. You are you. Embrace it. 

That being said, we all know that any nerd worth their salt likes sci-fi and fantasy. It’s a given. Speculative fiction in general, and nerd-dom go hand in hand. Sci-fi and fantasy permeate all facets of my life. It makes up the majority of what I read, what I watch, what I play. Fiction is just much more interesting than real life sometimes. For introverts like me, we don’t meet people of different sorts. The people we talk to and associate with are mostly like us. Homogeneity at its finest. But with stories, you come in contact with so many different people and character archetypes. In this modern age, we don’t have daily adventures, go on quests, or journey to the ends of the earth. There’s little peril in our lives. When we travel, we go for leisure, for rest & relaxation. An adventure for us is going on a day-long hike for the ordinary, or hiking the entire Appalachian Trail for the thrill-seeker. We don’t go swashbuckling, or monster hunting, or drop rings into volcanoes. Instead, we are blessed with the doldrums of work, eat, sleep, rinse, repeat. And that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Stability is conducive to staying alive. But we like to daydream, we like to break away from the monotony, we like to find an escape. That’s why we binge watch Netflix, that’s why we play videogames, that’s why we read. 

My mom once told me that she feels like people don’t really read anymore. I’ll never forget that, and I’ll never stop repudiating that statement. In my opinion, this is one of the falsest statements I’ve ever heard. Just because reading for pleasure isn’t a priority in her life does not make her statement true. Plenty of people read for fun. Why else are millions of books sold each year? Why else are some books translated into 25+ languages? Cause people read! Even if we just take her words literally without reading between the lines, we can see that objectively what she said is incorrect. Most office jobs require you to read, surfing the Internet requires reading, most news outlets require reading. Reading at its most basic, is an essential life skill. And as long as life is comparatively easy for us, privileged westerners will always seek escape. We’ll always get caught up and emotionally invested in stories. Some people choose not to read books. They find their escape through movies, TV shows, and videogames. That’s all fine and good. People don’t all like the same things. But it’s hard for some people (like my mom), to see that life has more paths than just A, B, C, and D. Not everything has to be compartmentalized into different boxes. In fact, not everything is going to fit perfectly. And not everything is going to go according to plan. Life is full of unknowns. Made up of coincidences, unexpected twists & turns, and a considerable amount of luck. 

A healthy outlook on life includes expecting the unexpected. You can only prepare so much. A lot of things are out of your control. There’s no possible way to ever be in complete control. That’s something that sucks to hear for the control freak, but sometimes shit happens. There’s nothing you could’ve done differently. You need to accept it, and move on. Reality is constantly changing. The best-laid plans can be undone by the smallest things. That’s why it’s important to be adaptable. In an ever-changing world the best you can do is to roll with the punches. It only helps so much to plan ahead, to save for emergency, to give yourself options. But know that things will not always work out, and that’s okay.  

That’s why we have fiction to escape into. Not all stories are predictable, but all stories are fixed, scripted. They do not change over time. There may be options in place for you to experience the media differently, but they are written a certain way and they are unchanging. The twists and turns are limited to what the creator has written, scripted, or programmed in. You may be surprised a time or two, but unlike reality, the story is complete. If we’ve read the text, or watched the movie, or played the videogame, we know how it will end. Fiction is based on real life, but it is not real life. And it is not our life. In modern society, we have constraints, restrictions, and regulations in place that prevent us from doing certain things, and prevent us from being involved in certain situations. The only way to experience these things is to live vicariously through the characters. The rules and regulations for the most part, are in place to keep us safe. To prevent chaos and anarchy. Like I said, monotony is a blessing and a curse. 

I don’t know about you, but I would rather not be a knight at war, or try to save the world, or shoot aliens. I value my life too highly to willingly put myself in that sort of danger. I’d much rather undergo these stresses in my imagination and not anywhere else. At heart, I’m a wimp. That being said, it doesn’t mean that these types of situations don’t intrigue me. They are thrilling, in part, due to the fact that I can experience them without being put in harm’s way. We sometimes take for granted how blessed we are to be able to do these things behind the comfort of a screen or a text. Life is hard, but not that hard. We’re not hunter-gatherers anymore. Constantly fearing for our well-being and that of our loved ones.  

We’ve evolved in the centuries since then. But even with a more progressive society, some things still remain the same. Language for one, is a building block of society. Language unifies people and is our primary form of communication. As long as the latter remains true, language will always remain an institution. But let’s not forget that language also gives us a sense of identity. It helps us feel like we belong. We find comradery with those who speak the same language(s) as us. We find satisfaction in being able to communicate with our kith and kin without prying ears. As is the case with most children of immigrants, I had the opportunity to grow up bilingual. But unfortunately for me, I squandered it. Something I sorely regret. I took Chinese school for many years, but due to lack of practice, understanding, and desire I never did become fluent in the language. Granted, Chinese employs thousands of characters and multiple intonations. It does not use a standard alphabet. But I’m not trying to make excuses right now. My unwillingness to learn Chinese was a severe failure on my part. As was my norm growing up, I approached any hardship with the same tactic: flee, no matter the cost. Never a prudent method… although not something I would learn for many, many years. 

I guess I’m trying to correct that now. I’ve been using Duolingo to learn Spanish for almost a year now. It’s going well, and it’s fun. It’s a different experience than learning Spanish in school, but I would say it is equally as effective, but less time consuming. The lessons can be done at my own pace, on my own time. Languages intrigue me nowadays, especially since I’ve been spending more time planning out my fantasy series. It’s coming together, but very much still a work in progress. Some days more than others, I feel extra pressure to get cracking at it, but masterpieces can’t be rushed. It will come together in time. I will have to keep working at it little by little. But isn’t that just how life goes? Dreams don’t come true overnight. You can’t sit there waiting for things to happen if you don’t put the time and effort in. That seems pretty obvious, but let me tell you, as a youth I spent quite a lot of time waiting for good things to happen. But that’s not how life works. 

You have to take action. If you want something you have to reach out and grab it. You can be passive and laidback, open-minded and easy-going, but at some point, you’re going to have to make a decision. You’re going to have to make an effort. Some things you have to actively pursue. Don’t get me wrong, some things will come to you, life isn’t always cruel. But the things you want the most, you have to work the hardest for. But like I’ve been saying for months, what you want for your life is not always what someone else wants for theirs. So, you have to stay focused. Easier said than done. But keep grinding until toil turns into results. 

That’s the difference between who I was before I went to therapy, and who I became afterwards. I went through a necessary metamorphosis and discovered that ok is not good enough. Do I want to be mired in mediocrity or do I want to be great? Your car won’t advance if you aren’t in drive, likewise, your life won’t progress if you don’t have drive. Keep pushing. Isn’t that what they’ve always told us? The little engine that could. The morals we learn as kids from children’s books and Aesop’s fables are important. There’s a reason we’re taught these things at a young age. They’re vital to our success and growth as youths. I obviously can’t speak for anyone else, but I lost track of these things along the way. I don’t know what exactly caused me to lose ambition, to lack motivation—likely an amalgam of different factors, but regardless the result was that I was stuck in neutral for two decades. But here’s the thing, I had writing talent this whole time. I truly and honestly believe that. But I never unlocked my full potential. I didn’t put in the effort; I didn’t realize my dream. I was too caught up in other things. 

Ironically, for someone who previously didn’t like to directly address his emotional issues, I’ve always been an emotional person. That’s what depression does to you. You fluctuate between wearing your heart on your sleeve and bottling everything up inside. You’re filled with rage and melancholy. And sometimes happiness leaks through. But you were never taught how to process your emotions. You saw things as black and white. Anger, pain, and sadness are unequivocally bad. Happiness, joy, and love are inherently good. Right is right; wrong is wrong. It isn’t until you’re older and more mature that you begin to understand that none of this is necessarily true. There are grey areas in life, that’s the long and the short of it. There’s good and evil, and everything in between. But as a teenager, all of this went over my head. Nuance is unfamiliar to adolescents. And so, I stunted my mental and emotional growth. I wanted to be left alone, so my parents left me alone. They gave me what I “wanted.” Not the best approach in my opinion. You need to consistently check on your children’s well-being: physically, mentally, and emotionally. But I can’t blame them too much. They didn’t know any better. Parenting is hard. Most aspects of it require learning on the job. So, as you get older, you see your parent’s mistakes and you either learn from them or you repeat them. The latter, we can say is the epitome of folly. 

But anyway, I digress. A benefit of being left alone is that I had a lot of time to write songs and poems. The songs weren’t all that great, seeing as I didn’t have much musical talent, so I guess you can say I wrote poems and glorified poems. Nevertheless, this was good exercise, and a precursor to my recently discovered life ambition. In my still developing mind, I did not equate songwriting/poetry with fictional writing, computer programming, or screenwriting. They were all separate entities to me back then. But writing is writing; art is art. Nothing can change that. These are all forms of expression, and if they convey a message then they are a language. And if they are a language, then they tell a story. 

So, as I get older, the landscape becomes clearer to me. No longer do I see see literature, videogames, music, visual art, and movies/TV shows as autonomous vehicles. All unrelated things. But I see them now as pieces of one cohesive unit. Art is interconnected, writing is interwoven. There is an undertone linking them together. The genre drives them in the same direction, and as such, rather than being distinct products, each of these is instead merely a different facet of the same masterwork. The same art expressed through different mediums. Each medium emphasizes a different emotion, illustrates a different picture, but they all have the same goals. There’s no better example of this than what the Marvel craze has done for the media in the last thirteen years. 

When the first Marvel movies came out, before the term Marvel Cinematic Universe was even coined, I was in high school, and I did not know my superheroes. I mean—sure I knew who Batman, Superman, and Spider-Man were—but didn’t every single boy who grew up in the 90s? We knew who these three were by name and appearance, but we likely didn’t even know that DC and Marvel were two different companies. I remember one year during a church retreat one of the icebreaker questions during small group was, “who is your favorite superhero and why?” Me, not wanting to give a basic answer said, “X-Man,” thinking that this famed superhero group was actually in fact one singular individual. I wouldn’t learn for many years, that the answer I was actually looking for was, “Wolverine.” Up til this point my only exposure to Marvel had been a week that I had spent playing an Avengers videogame on Super Nintendo at my uncle’s summer home, and a Captain America novel that I had asked my aunt to buy me. Boy, has that changed and more.

I would say, “you could call me a Marvel fanboy,” but that would be grossly understating it. I am a Marvelite, no doubt about it. But it took me some time to get there. In high school, I didn’t have many friends, but one of the few I did have I nerded out with OD. I was fortunate enough to share an English class with him three out of four years. We talked about things ranging from Lord of the Rings, to Star Wars, to Iron Man. And boy did he talk a lot about Iron Man. This kid loved and idolized Tony Stark. So we can say this is where the Marvel seed was planted. It didn’t take long to grow. The summer after my senior year, I worked at a camp. In my free time I would go to Borders with a friend and we would buy comics. This being my first foray into the industry, I didn’t actually know where to start, so I picked up the first graphic novel that looked interesting. It was The Ultimates, which I did not know was a modernized, alternate-timeline version of the Marvel Universe and not synonymous with Earth-616. I operated under this misconception for years. But because I had read some comics and played a few videogames, I had a reputation in my first two years of college as being a comics guy. So naturally, as we watched the post-credits scene in The Avengers where Thanos made his first cameo appearance, everyone turned to me for an answer. An answer I did not have, but was too embarrassed to acknowledge. 

Again, this was just a façade. Keeping up appearances, but not actually knowing or embracing who I was or what I was interested in. For years I suppressed my nerdiness, but once Marvel started becoming mainstream and less of a subculture, I immediately started gravitating towards it? GTFO. That just made me a bandwagoner. A sheep following the hot trend. I’m not afraid to admit that this was me for a long time. A trend follower not a trendsetter. I wasn’t comfortable with who I truly was, so I tried to cover up and be someone else. We all know how that goes. Most people can read through your fakeness. They may not be able to pinpoint what exactly is off with you, but they can see the strange aura emanating from your body. Stay true to yourself and eventually things will come together. And when things come together, you have to seize the opportunities. 

In these Covid times, I’ve been doing just that. Making good use of the extra free time that I’ve been afforded. That comes with the territory of being unemployed on two separate occasions in the same year. One of them was due to my own choice, but that’s beside the point. For the first six weeks of the new year I relaxed, stress-free and unencumbered. I had just quit a toxic work environment and was feeling good about it. I started writing, and reading more. I worked on a puzzle, I played videogames, I did crossword puzzles, I went to the beach. Just did whatever the fuck I wanted. Oh, what a great time it was. But then reality set in. I needed to re-enter the workforce so that I could earn money again. So I found a job, and worked there for six weeks, until Covid happened and I was laid off. 

At first I was bummed out, feeling like I was back to square one. But when I saw the dollar amount on my unemployment checks I didn’t feel so bad anymore. I was being paid to sit on my ass! But I knew I had to stay productive in some sense, just to keep my mind active and engaged. So like I had done in my first stay-at-home phase, I devised a schedule for myself. I allotted a two or three hour time limit to each activity that I engaged in, and thus I never felt bored. This allowed me to devote time to each item on my growing list of interests, while maintaining balance in my life. 

Obviously, they didn’t know it at the time, but the timing of the launch of Disney+ could not have been more perfect. They had a strong launch in November, carrying an initial library that included most of the Marvel movies. They had a few months before Covid hit, to build up rapport. And by the time March came around, I was hooked on the service. My girlfriend and I had started watching MCU at the beginning of the year, and we really enjoy it. Since the Thanos incident, my interest in the Marvel movies had slowly fizzled out, but hadn’t died completely. It was hard to keep up with these movies when they came out with two new ones a year. I had this feeling that if I missed one of the movies, then I wouldn’t be able to watch a subsequent one and still be able to follow along adequately. Now I wasn’t wrong per se, but these movies are also designed to be standalone. I didn’t call myself this at the time, but I’ve always been a completionist. When I fanboy about something, I nerd out hard. I need to have the full background, know the full context, and be familiar with the full story from start to finish. This has always been a part of me, but I’ve taken it to a whole different level in the last three years.

When they first started releasing the MCU movies, I was not familiar with their vision. I didn’t know what it was that they were trying to achieve. I’m sure most others did not either. The world has not really seen a crossover media franchise like this before. Sure there was Star Wars, with its movies, TV shows, and tie-in books, but it’s never had the same feel. The quality of the content varies massively work to work. MCU on the other hand is consistent in both quality and tone. Each work speaks the same language. But like I said, I didn’t know this until much later. So when the movies came out during Phases 1 and 2, I saw these as just movies. This wasn’t a multimedia world that I was immersing myself in. Now, I never was much of a moviegoer. I always preferred to watch things in my own home. I wasn’t watching much TV in college either, so I didn’t see any of the commercials promoting these movies. So on many occasions, I would find out that the movie was leaving theaters, and be like, “damn… Missed another one.” 

The last one I ended up watching on my own was Guardians of the Galaxy. And although I did watch Black Panther with some friends, I was far out of the continuity by that point. It became more about spending time with them than it was about watching the movie. But Disney+ changed all of that. It brought the MCU right into the palm of my hand. Within reach. I don’t remember what factored into our decision, but in December, we had watched The Indiana Jones films, and to my surprise Katie really enjoyed them. I figured that if she liked that franchise, she might also enjoy MCU, and it turns out I was right. I was interested in revisiting the series, since the movies were now easy access, so you can say I had a bit of an ulterior motive. Regardless, we enjoyed the movies so much that we were watching one or two a week. At that quick pace, I figured we would finish in three or months or so. And I found that I was going to miss watching these movies, I needed more.

So I turned to the comics. In my free time I had stumbled across a website that had a Marvel reading order, from start to finish. Initially I was only looking to read the crossover events, the biggest stories. Marvel has over 35,000+ issues, there was no way I was going to be able to read all of that, so I was looking for something more condensed. And I started transcribing a list from this website. Now I’ve always been a list person, but as with many other things that occurred during Covid, I’ve taken it to another level. The Notes app on iOS is great for this. That is honestly the only thing I use the app for. I don’t take notes on there… I make checklists and rankings. So it started out with an MCU movie checklist just to keep track of what we watched & when, then it progressed to ranking the movies from most liked to least, then it continued on to Star Wars, and most recently we now have a Disney movie watch list. I’ve got a problem man. I spend hours compiling and transcribing these lists. It may seem like a waste of time, when I could just easily google this stuff instead, but I like it. It’s therapeutic. Well anyway, for three weeks these comic book reading orders became my pet project.

I had come across some ads for an Amazon Prime add-on called Comixology. They were offering a three month free trial during the lockdown, so I planned to compile my lists and then start reading. At first I was going to skip straight to the 90s, since I knew that anything published before that was wordy and super time-consuming to read. But as you probably guessed, my OCD wasn’t having it. The completionist in me said, “no. You will transcribe every single list. You will read from start to finish, and you will like it.” Who was I to argue with that? I stayed obedient to my inner voice. I ended up with 15 lists for the main continuity plus 5 more for alternate universes. There are over 14,000 comics that I have to read, and it will take me years to do so. But I needed more than just the MCU. This is how I truly became a comics guy. But it turned out that Comixology was not what I was expecting it to be. I thought it would be the Netflix of comics, where much of what I was looking for would be included in my subscription. But that was not the case. Comixology is a platform where you can purchase non-mainstream comics at a discount. Marvel and DC have a minimal presence on there, as their main focus is on more independent works like those published by Dark Horse or Image. I didn’t want the time I spent compiling these lists to be for naught, so I had to find something else.

Marvel was way ahead of me on this one. They already had a platform with exactly what I was looking for named Marvel Unlimited. I’ve always thought DC stories and characters are dumb, and there’s no long-standing independent comic that I had interest in reading, so Marvel Unlimited fit perfectly for me. It’s worked like a dream. I’ve been reading comics everyday since April, and I feel like I actually am starting to understand the Marvel Multiverse. There have been a handful of issues that I haven’t been able to find—mostly ones that are too violent, or co-brands with other companies—but I have not had many problems with this app. I’ve more than made up the $70 subscription fee that I paid for this service. The issues range from 10¢ (in the 60s) to $3.99 (current day). I’ve read 1,889 issues so far, so you do the math. I will read a comic while I’m eating breakfast. I’ll read several during the slow times at work, on my lunch break, when I’m watching Netflix/Disney+/Hulu. 

It started out slow. Like I anticipated, the really early issues are both wordy and boring. Some of them are weird, and some of them are confusing. The first list of 900+ issues took me 7 months to read. At the pace I was reading it would take me between 7 and 12 years to finish depending on if I was reading three issues a day or five. Obviously I did not want to spend over a decade reading comics; by the time I got to 2019 I would still be 10 years behind. So I upped my daily intake. I needed to read at least 5 issues a day, and try to reach for 10 or more, so that I could cut the time down to four or five years. At first it was just a matter of me forcing myself to read comics. It was a slog. But eventually my interest grew. 

Some of the comics were consistently incredible, like Fantastic Four, Avengers, The Amazing Spider-Man, Captain America, and X-Men. Others were downright awful like Doctor Strange, Ghost Rider, and Warlock. Still others were pleasant surprises like Man-Thing, Howard the Duck, and Nova. Regardless I’ve gotten to experience it all. I’ve seen the character’s back stories, I’ve seen their character development. I’ve seen how the comics industry has changed over the years. I’ve seen different artists and I’ve seen different writers. There are different arcs and different visions, but all the characters and issues have been done in the Marvel manner. The “Marvel Age of Comics,” as they called it. What a truly wonderful franchise it is. I wish I could’ve grown up with them. It would’ve given me pleasure then, as it does now. But that wasn’t in the cards. I’ve started my journey, and I’ll continue on. Some kids never grow up, we just get bigger. 

Writing. Plain, simple, unadulterated. I am a storyteller, an essayist, a poet, a writer, a thinker, a mental health advocate, a regular real life human being