Odyssey In Atlantis


My Life

Optimism is Golden

1: a doctrine that this world is the best possible world
2: an inclination to put the most favorable construction upon actions and events or to anticipate the best possible outcome

That is the Merriam-Webster definition of a trait that I feel is underrated. And before you leave because I sound like a positive attitude hippie, give me a moment of your time. Think about starting a new hobby – anything (e.g. blogging, vlogging, drawing, painting, skateboarding, stargazing etc.). Now think about not only starting that hobby, but doing so publicly.  For most, or at least for me, that is a scary thought for a multitude of reasons. But people who are heavily optimistic react differently.

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Growing Up

It doesn’t happen all at once, but is a process of numerous events on a time line. For some people, this timeline is relatively short. For others, it’s really long. I would say I’m in the middle of this timeline.

To me, it is about thinking more. I feel that in my childhood, I spent most of my time concerned with my self. With eating things I liked or doing things I liked, like reading. But as I become more mature older, I think more. A lot my thinking is daydreaming. But some of it is actually about life, the world and some pretty big questions.

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Bullets of Hatred

It seems the illusion  of a blank slate for the new year is already broken. It’s been shot and bloodied by the ignorance and hatred of a man with a gun.

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My Glass Cage Revealed

To have never loved is better than to have loved and lost.

If you never try, you never feel the sting of failure.

If you never have hope, your illusion never has to break.

If you never dream, you never have to be woken up.

And right now, I wish I had never dreamed, hoped, tried.

What’s the point if your only going to be silenced, grounded and denied?

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My Clashing Perspective

Ok, this is going to be a long post, which will provide you with insight into me and my life. Here we go.

My parents moved to Canada when I was 6 from another country. Now, my growing up in the western world and their having grown up elsewhere is beginning to cause conflicts. That is a familiar story for so many Canadians, and most of the kids in my school.

Sometimes it feels like they want me to be exactly like them, which isn’t possible. It wouldn’t be even if I grew up where they did. Because I am not a clone. While I share their genes, I have different interests and opinions.

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