Life is short. Time is precious. I know this all too well. Before I became self-aware of the things that haunted me, the things I allowed myself to be consumed by, and the destructive nature I had embodied, I was depressed and on the verge of taking my own life. I thought the world was against me and that I was a failure for not living up to someone else’s standards. I was a high school dropout, I had been to jail, and I had a history of drowning myself in alcohol saturated pity-parties.
Why do I tell you this?
Because I’ve been to the darkness. And I know nothing good lies there, or in standing idle. Let me tell you something — everybody goes through pain and heartache and struggle at some point in life. Whether or not our cases are similar or different, there is no measuring the amount of hardship and pain against another persons. The only thing worth measuring, to you and only you, is what you choose to do in the face of struggle.
Only you can hold you back. And the world isn’t against you, because the world has bigger things to worry about like revolving around the Sun. So if you have been through, or are going through, a moment where the faith in yourself has faltered, know that you can turn it around. You are great, so do not fear your own greatness.
This page, Memoirs of a Lost Boy, are my personal stories of the trials, tribulations, tragedies, and endeavors I have faced or may face in the future. The events that try to knock me off of the path to my dream. I reveal these extremely personal moments in my life to show you that you can live your dream and crawl out of the abyss if you find yourself in one.
Travel gave me a reason to live, sharing my stories gave me strength, and I want it to give you even the smallest oomph if you do need it.