Weird Fucking Times

 

I've never really felt like my life was normal, heck that at eleven years old I was at 4 different states and primary schools for the sixth grade and kept moving a lot, started skateaboarded, was already raised by MTV and a single mon, living on a fucking city filled with cowboys and I obviously stood up WAY more than the rest of the normal kids, I've been everywhere, done everything, mostly by random chances and by being guided by synchronicity, but, this last year has been maybe of the craziest shit I've ever lived.

Thank god, the universe, the odin force, or whatever you wanna call it, but I'm having one of the best times I've had in years, been meeting amazing fucking people everywhere I go, spent countless dramas in my friend circle (Which I still love more than anyone, dont take it the wrong way) fell in love, been broken hearted, started new international job opportunities and I'm living a (kinda secret) part of my life that you will see in a few weeks which got me super excited! But... what a weird fricking age, no one told me adulthood was like this, this shit is random AF, no one know what they're really doing, I've even asked everyone and we all agree that we feel the same fucking age we were 10 years ago, we all just keep improvising and pretending we know a the smallest bit about adulting, which we clearly not, and I find this amusing AF.

Also just like everyone else, I have good days, which are most of my life, but oh, the bad ones, those really fucking suck, and the part that sucks the most is that I'm getting some of them here, in motherfucking New York of all places, why? could't they happen while in Saltillo? in my room? with Tota (my american akita) lying next to me and comforting me even when she is the least emotional being in the world appart of me?God must be having the best time of his life looking at my comedy/drama life and what I see every day, just when you think you've got life all figured out once again, one of the sides comes crashing down and make you question everything you're doing and if it is really worth the effort.

But then I wake up the next day, just like today, with one of my friends dogs lying in bed next to me, with his little paw over me just like he was telling me everything is alright and times go back to being fucking amazing, I even had one of the most productive days of the year and I realized I'm super in lvoe with everything that I'm doing and living, even with my sad bits.

And I don't really know if it is bad but I cannot stop being super optimistic about life, I mean, it is just who I am, so I dont really worry a lot and also I don't really give a flying fuck about the bad situations because of it, because I know times and life are getting better and better and that I am writing this on a small balconny at the heart of Manhattan, with a huge smile on my head and lots of love for life.

I hate being motivational, but times are amazing, good and bad and in between and my mind keeps repeating over and over one of my favorite elven phrases from Tolkien, which is "Aurë entuluva!" or Day shall come again!

So I cannot wait to come back to Saltillo and back to "normal" and I'm also having a blast and will make most of my days here, thank you for reading, please leave a big "Fuck you Obed" in the comments if you read and loved this.

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