So here I am at the end of my three week journey of self discovery. A journey that began when I departed the shores of London to travel to Brazil via America. I have been to and seen some wonderful places, I have also exhausted every emotion a person can. As I read about the sad death of Paul Newman I am immediately transported back into reality. The heat from my expensive and rather distasteful latte brings me crashing down to Earth from the heights of happiness that I experienced this past few weeks.
When I say I was not happy in my private life that would have been an understatement. Week after week I began feeling lower, worse than ever before, a lack of self esteem and forgetting just everything that had ever happened in my life, I was concentrating on the here and now.
I had to go to a place where I had never been before, a place to where I knew nobody, a place where my footseps were new and fresh. That place was South Brazil, there were many reasons I went there, friends reccomendations, tales from an old housemate and a desire to see zest in life.
Through the people that I met, and I will never forget any of them, to the bars I drank in and the beaches I pondering lifes mysteries on I finally came to a realisation that the past is something that we have to learn from and also put to rest. The future is what will shape our destiny, the past is something that we not only learn from but it makes us who we are.
Becoming wrapped up in a time where I was not myself, a time where beating up ones self over things that had gone wrong was the fundamental mistake.
Not only did I learn in Brazil who I was and where I came from I once again found the notion that everything happens for a reason. I left the shores I am about to return to a forgotten man, I return a king of my own life.
