See you there

I’ll see you there,

                      when I’ve done everything else,

                      when you’ve forgotten the meaning of fear.

I’ll see you there,

                      next time I’m in Alberta,

                      next time I’m in Ottawa.

I’ll see you there,

                     after another million faces,

                     after another million places.

I’ll see you there,

                     after all is said and done,

                     and our words are set in stone.

I’ll see you there,

                    when I get out of Africa,

                    before I return to the Carolina’s.

Before we die,

                    I’m well aware,

                    I’ll see you there.

Fear

I remember when I graduated high school I finally had the freedom to show my face to the world. I was naive and I lacked too much experience but I was having the time of my life. Doing things and going places I had always wanted. I had been meeting inspiring people and now it was my chance to use that inspiration and propel myself forward with it. I had a fire in my heart that made me excited and I jumped at opportunity. I was eighteen.

After two years of thousands of dollars made, thousands of kms driven and flown, babies being born, bones breaking, water falls being jumped into, hearts breaking, friends made, and snowboards being waxed, I was starting to experience failure and short success. This ultimately created fear and fear created hesitation. I didn’t apply myself or go anywhere for another two years because I was afraid of failing. I kept in the little circle of no friends around, no money left, no goals, and no clue of who I was.

Then a few months ago I was looking at pictures and I came across some of when I was eighteen, nineteen years old and I remembered how excited I felt then and that I didn’t feel like that anymore. I tried to figure out why I didn’t feel as good anymore and I realized it was because I was fearful and hesitate of failure. I was tired of feeling like shit so I made the changes inside myself and it’s been a hell of a nonstop rush since then. New goals have been made, people have been met, Old friends have been seen again. The tires have been rolled.

The past few days I spoke to a friend of mine about being motivated and inspired and passionate in life. Talking to her and hearing what she had to say about her own experience and having a conscience in life really got my blood moving. Here I am now twenty two years old and I feel just as capable and excited and inspired and proud as I did when I was eighteen, if not more. I have more experience now compared to then. I have a lot of failure and I have a lot of success. If I want to do something then I actually can do it. I feel like I’m growing and that is what life is about. Growing and experience. It is what creates wisdom.