The Importance of Travel

Growing up, all the way through until my early adulthood years, I had never thought of travel outside of the borders of the United States. Since I was young, I was always trying to leave and go somewhere else when I wasn't happy with where I was, even if it was very temporary unhappiness, like a night maybe. I remember seeing a city for the first time.
I came from a little town tucked away in the mountains in the corner of Colorado; and Denver and Albuquerque were the closest cities, and weren't even really that close. I had a lot of family in Denver. Just so happens, I also had a cousin who was on life support in Denver for a few years before they pulled the plug on him.
I loved my cousin Billy, we didn't get to share many memories, but he was definitely one of my favorite and most charismatic cousins of the family. He was the first to get me and my other cousin Michael petho, as we were heading to kindergarten or 1st grade super buzzed one day (fear not, we ALL got in trouble for it). I guess I cracked my head that day from what I hear. He had some problems in his young life that led him to attempt to take it, which lead to him being in a coma for several years until my aunt got tired of seeing him suffering. It was my first experience of grief that I remember. I didn't quite know what happened, or why, or understand, but I remember when he died. God bless and rest my cousin Billy's soul.
He became the reason that I first got to travel, and see a city, which was Denver, CO. When we pulled into the city and I saw that sea of lights and cars and buildings, I was overwhelmed. Right away I told myself I need to be here, or somewhere like this, I fell in love with the city at first sight. It was a euphoric feeling for me at the time. I remember arching my neck standing in the streets so far back, I almost fell backward trying to see the tops of skyscrapers.
A few years after that trip, I felt like I was big enough to go ahead and run away from home and head that way again, because it felt like that was where I had belonged. I hit the road with a small bag and a thumb up. Im sure I worried my mother near death and other family members. I never thought of how my actions affected other people back then, but I do now and can't imagine how my mother would feel with my 3 and a half foot tall, about10 year old ass took off on the road like that. Some super nice man bought me a hotel room for the night in the next town over, and I took off from there and made it to a place called wolf creek pass. I was then picked up and the people were suspicious of me, because I said I was 18. I definitely didnt look a day older than what I really was which was around 10 at the oldest. They got ahold of the proper authorities and my uncle picked me up in Pagosa, horrified yet relieved a few hours later.
It makes me recall one time when I took off at the age of 6 or 7. I lived by a train that was put in retirement in a park that was relatively close to my projects. However, there was a super busy and dangerous road with lots of traffic in between that train and I. My mom always told me never to go down there, but I had such an infatuation with the train at the time, it was well worth the risk, after all if no one knew, what would it hurt, right? Long story short, my uncle, for some reason, knew exactly where to find me when my mom called him and said to go find me. When I got home, I got whats known as a "chinga", and a good one that I still remember. I was very adventurous from a very young age, very independent, but very stupid also because I failed to think of the big picture. I can't imagine the hell I used to put my mom through.
Anyhow, back to travel. Denver was my first taste, and that's all I needed to be hooked for a lifetime. From Denver it turned into Phoenix, Albuquerque, Santa Fe and closer places I could go stay with fam or friends from Colorado. Then I found out who my dad was and found I had half a family in southern California, which was sweet because I had always wanted to go there, and live as well. Off I went, a new place and a new adventure and eventually made trips to LA, San Diego and Las Vegas while there.
Then came the time to decide on my degree in college, which was international business. I had to study abroad or work abroad or do something abroad for at least 3 months. I had never even thought of what life was like outside of these borders. Everyone might as well have spoken English and paid in dollars to me at that point. After doing genealogical research on my family, I found my roots go back to Spain and Italy. Italy was too expensive, and I found a reasonable spot in Spain I could afford with loans. So that was my decision, and that I would see all I could while there. Long story short, turned out to be the best time in my life, and I learned just as much if not more just traveling the world those months, as I had in a whole lifetime in books; and even went on some adventures I NEVER thought id find myself in (Morocco, Africa).
I learned to appreciate differences, rather than to judge them. I learned to not judge entire groups or races of people. I learned that I was an ignorant, closed and small minded person before I was there. I learned your never too old to grow and never too old to learn. I learned that that spark for life people have doesn't burn out, people put them out, and that new ones can be lit. I learned more than anything who I was in the past, who I was at that moment in time, and who I would become in the future. I learned not to be afraid to take risks, to not be afraid to go on adventures that you have no idea where they may lead. Afterall, that's the essence of life, not knowing what will happen next. If we knew just how our lives would play out everyday, how boring of a life would that be?
I won't lie, I never had any desire to find myself in any part of Africa. As I stated earlier, I was a small and closed minded ignorant individual. I guess you can say I felt like I was too good to find myself in Africa, and never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd be there in this lifetime. The program I went through even offered an excursion to Africa that was reasonably priced and seemed pretty fun. I had seen all the students that went and all their pictures on social media and it looked like a fun time on camels and shit, but it still didn't sway my desire to not go.
There was a girl, a very beautiful girl, that was part of my program whom I had met on the first day in Madrid during orientation. She approached me and sparked a convo. You see, with beautiful women, I am like a deer in headlights, I don't know what the hell to do or say, until Im approached, then I become more comfortable. I dont even bother with beautiful women because they are generally taken, or definitely out of my league. I tend to think of myself to be in the lower leagues of the earth, so I kind of dismiss myself right away. She came up to me and we hit it off socially right away, because she was gorgeous, ambitious and played fantasy football and loved sports. She was from Texas. I had a mean crush on her, but im sure it wasn't mutual. I was kind of fat back then too, admittedly.
Anyhow, this same girl that I had kind of hung out with during my semester approached me at a club one night. I was already feeling good, buzzed up, and hanging with some cool friends and she was there. Well, she came up to me and asked me if I wanted to go to Morocco with her and maybe one more female friend. Im like, "HELLS YA, im game", not knowing what exactly I was agreeing too. All I heard basically was "will you come travel somewhere with me and this other girl". So she said she would set everything up and all Id have to do is give her the money. So it was all planned out, and off we went on a Thursday until that Sunday.
I didn't think it would be so bad, I mean I had already been in another country already that spoke a different language, used a different currency and was just about as different as it could be, almost...
It was the adventure of my lifetime so far for sure. I didn't really know what was going on most of the time. I was just walking through the streets and doing as I was told from the 2 girls. Luckily, one of them spoke a little bit of arabic, so that helped us out get around and stuff. I got to see life from another point of view. It has been critical to my progression as a person to have as many different views as I can of life. Seeing life first hand from another place is 2nd to none. It was my first experience in a culture that was not westernized and was a poor country as well.
I seen some scenes in the streets I will never forget, like one kid throwing a baseball sized stone at another kids face and that kid trying to get even, but the crowd broke the children up. They were maybe 6 or 7 at the oldest. I also recall a poor lady I seen next to an old mosque a one of my friends was visiting. She was laying with her back on the wall rocking back and forth with one hand out asking for change, and a baby in her other. I gave her all I had had in my pocket at the time in Durhams. It was a very different experience for me and at the time I didn't know how to feel. Looking back at it now, it was one of the best experiences of my life and when I talk about adventures in my life, its always at the top of the list.
What it did do, I realized after, was give me a very real connection with the place. Say if America was to go to war tomorrow with northern Africa or something, it wouldn't be as easy for me to just say blow them off the map. Its very easy to say something like that when you have never been to the country you are talking about or every met anyone from there. To me, it should never be easy to just want to blow an entire country off the map like some of our politicians and military officials have stated.
There are people that die in wars that have nothing to do with the wars. Too many people like that die, who probably would have chosen peace over war had it been up to them. I hate the fact that its usually the innocent who pay the price. When a bomb is dropped, it doesn't distinguish man from woman or from child. Whatever is around will be dead, no matter how they felt about the war, whether they had anything to even do with it, or if they were even barely old enough to think and talk, they all die. As a human, its hard for me to grasp. We should be past the stages of war for remedies as a human race. History keeps repeating itself, war death and pressing the reset button, and yet we learn nothing from it.
I am sure that those who have traveled and enjoyed the presence of an individual from another country and its land can relate. Especially those who have traveled to places who are less privileged and not as economically, socially and politically stable as some westernized countries. I have only gotten to visit one, but it was enough to open my eyes. I would eventually love to return to  Morocco and see other parts of Africa as well.
Travel connects us to one another and the land and wildlife around us as well. Just in my travels within my own borders I can identify the differences in people, wildlife and landscapes. At the beginning of the year I made a change moving from a small mountain town in Colorado to the high desert area of southern California, San Bernardino county. I stay in Apple Valley part time and in Lake Arrowhead part time for work. The differences in everything are very evident to me, and I am one who appreciates differences and change. The beauty of the desert during sunset from my aunt and uncles house from atop a hill in Apple Valley is amazing. The wildlife is so different as well, and don't let me be the first to say Coloradans and Californias are a tad bit different haha.
The change is even more dramatic outside our borders. I can only imagine the difference in someone from another country when they come to America. You meet good people everywhere. One of the most important things I remember from my trip to Morocco was a statement a Moroccan we had met there made while we were at a bus stop at 3 am waiting on the next bus. He told me in spanish, "there are good people everywhere, and there are bad people everywhere." It is so true, there is no place on the globe exempted from the presence of good or bad. The streets of Morocco really weren't all that much more dangerous than say the streets of Los Angeles, Brooklyn, Hong Kong or Mexico City. But they were so different, and that difference is I think what scares people. Not knowing what exactly that difference is or what it is like holds a lot of people back from a lot of things in life. It did me.
That difference people are scared of is not exclusive to travel either, it pops its ugly head in other aspects of life as well. When confronted by that "difference" I believe people revert to whatever they have heard or what little they may know of that difference such as stereotypes, predispositions, and judgments. I used to be, admittedly, an ignorant person who fell victim to this very thing until I traveled. To hell with stereotypes and judging people and their differences. People are different, places are different and that is the beauty of the world, we are not all the same. One man tried before to make us all the same and it was one of the worlds most horrific periods in all mankind's history.  Learn to appreciate differences in people and other parts of the world, and travel to really do so and appreciate it a little bit more.
Well this post is going on for quite sometime, I will end it with my closing argument. Travel is an essential tool for self reflection as well as world peace I believe (no, I'm not trying to win Ms. or Mr. America beauty pageant (I wouldn't even be considered) lol, but I do think of a better world all the time). It puts you out there with the hope that nothing goes wrong in a place hundreds or thousands of miles away from home possibly in a place where you don't speak the language, know the exchange rates of money, and know nothing about really. Those types of places are where we find out what we are all about as people. It challenges our mind and our spirit, and in some places, even our physique. Anything that challenges us, if we defeat it, only makes us better and stronger.
As far as peace, I will leave you with a question. Had you been around during world war II, and you had some exchange student friends or good friends from Hiroshima, Japan that you had visited there before and had came to visit you in the US; how fond would you have been of the dropping of a bomb that wiped them and their entire city off the face of the earth forever? Do you think that your travels and personal connection with the city and maybe little adventures you had there (alone or with people you met there) would have any impact on that answer?
I understand we live in a sad world where it's acceptable to think its okay to kill entire nationalities of people, which is propagated mainly through media, misuse of religious beliefs, politics, economics, disinformation and selective releasing of information. I would say to not let your government, or your church, or you religious system or anything teach you to hate anyone or any group of people so bad that you want them ALL dead. How could you hate someone that bad and not have ever even met them? or know what they are like?
That one person I spoke of earlier who wanted us to all be the same had this same way of thinking, and he also used propaganda to get masses of people to think like him. His name was Adolph Hitler. We should not accept it again as a human race. Beyond imaginary lines on the earth called borders, beyond language barriers, beyond religious beliefs, political beliefs, beyond all that and everything, we are one human race and it should be in our human nature to not want another human to be killed, slaughtered, tortured, starved, bombed and what have you. I'm talking about the people who are washing dishes, or reading books to their children, or kids outside playing and running around, or families eating, or people working to provide for their families when bombs are dropped on them and they are killed.
It shows that we haven't evolved too much in our time as we should have, because we still fight over the same things we have been since history can remember; over territory, imaginary lines, power, politics and religious beliefs. We still haven't learned or gotten very far, but maybe if travel one day becomes more accessible and affordable, more people will do it and see the world out there isn't too bad after all. Not all American's fit the international stereotypes i have heard of, just as not all of any one race or nationality fits the stereotypes we have heard of. As my brief friend from Fez, Morocco said, there are good people everywhere, and there are bad people everywhere. Buen Camino a vosotros, espero que os guste este articulo.

Thankful

I am so thankful for this article being written at my local hometown newspaper. I am very grateful for all my family and friends and everyone involved in my journey from birth to today. In the last year and a half, I have been able be in a magazine, a newspaper, a radio interview, have my art featured on programs, give a speech at my alma mater and featured in a few campus publications. I never expected any of this, and i hope that it changes a life or 2 and sparks a positive change in a person. I am all for success and reaching for the stars and beyond.... go get em, they are always within reach.

Click on the link below for the newspaper article in the Durango Herald:

http://www.durangoherald.com/article/20140803/COLUMNISTS04/140809860/0/FRONTPAGE/Durango-man-changes-his-path

What's your voice for?

I recently watched the video below. It made me happy and content to see a "celebrity" using his voice to try and pry open some minds rather than to numb them and close them. Its a poem by actor Woody Harrelson. I appreciate Woody's effort and I hope you do as well. Think about what he says, this is a piece of art, written, spoken and visualized. The earth is in dire need of a rebirth. The way it operates today will not be able to last forever. I hope you watch and enjoy the video and it makes you think... its some good brain food...

and just as I finished watching the video above by Woody Harrelson, I came across another video by a celebrity that I like, Russel Brand. Just by watching this highlight video from some of his speeches, I become enamored by his body of knowledge. I was used to seeing him in funny movies like Forgetting Sarah Marshall, or Get Him to the Greek. Never did it cross my mind that his level of intelligence reached far beyond the Hollywood and glamour agendas that are so finely intertwined with the fashion industry and mass media propaganda. This is a very intelligent man and it is amazing to see him using his voice for the matters concerning the awakening of mankind, rather than putting them to sleep like most of Hollywood does. I hope you enjoy this one as well, 2 scoops of great brain food for you today.

Money = Happiness???

In this capitalistic country I have grown up in, everything teaches me that money is the ultimate goal in life. I should strive to accumulate as much of it as I possibly can in order to acquire all the material things my heart desires and that should ultimately lead to me being "happy". It used to be a goal of mine to have a shit load of money, a mansion, nice cars, and all that good stuff, because that would be the ultimate happiness. That is the American dream.
However, I have realized that it is just that, a dream, for 99% of us. A very small percentage of people get to realize and wake up to the American dream, rather than just dreaming of it. I am one of those people, and likely will continue to be for the duration of my life. I have never had much, I grew up in low income apartments on a poor side of town, raised by my grandmother who used all of her social security to raise me and my little sister.
Although we didn't have much of anything, we were still as happy as can be. As long as I was able to go play outside and build forts and play baseball or football in the little patches of grass at the apartments with friends, I was happy. We didn't need the big screen TVs, and the latest gaming consoles (although I found a way to get those lol), the latest technology on the market, the nicest beds with the nicest comforters, or anything like that. We just needed enough to make food, to drink, and very little for entertainment. I was raised to be happy with what I had, not to be unhappy for what I didn't.
Today, I am not fairing much better. I don't have much more than I did back then. At times, I find myself seeping into a mind state of unhappiness because of what I don't have. I always try my hardest, in those particular times, to think of what I do have. As far as material possessions, I have a suitcase of decent clothes I have acquired throughout the years that help me look presentable and give off a good first impression, although it is likely the wrong one.
You see, I love polo ralph lauren, i always have, and I take pride in the way I dress. I can't wear clothes that don't fit me, I don't like looking like I have a fresh pile of shit sitting in the back of my pants; if I wear a hat, it is worn straight forward like its supposed to be, and not to the side, and not half way on or off my head or backward; I try not to give off the impression of being a hoodlum which can be very easily communicated with clothing, but try to come across as a reasonable person who looks decent and one can approach if need be and talk to. I also try not to come off as something I am not, like a rich important business man or something. I am just an ordinary everyday person. I like to feel good and comfortable with my clothing, and it is one of the few things I have been able to collect since high school and after that I still have.
Outside of my clothes, I have a flamenco guitar which I personally imported from Andalucia Spain. It was a gift from my good friend and roommate from my time in Spain, and has proved to be invaluable to me. I recently made a purchase of another guitar, a classical, but that guitar will never hold the significance of my flamenco guitar. Its the first one I had ever owned or even tried to play, and I have come along pretty decent. It is one of my prized possessions.
Then there are a few other things i keep at all times, like a piece of paper that says I completed 4 years of college, a very expensive piece of paper I will be paying for for the foreseeable future; my key to the world, aka passport, is very dear to me and the few stamps I have in it from my travels; and the last super valuable thing to me is a crucifix that I bought at san giovanni laterno in Rome, Italy. It is a crucifix like the one Pope John Paul II used to carry. My mom was very fond of him when I was growing up, and raised me a strict catholic, although throughout my life I have developed different personal philosophies for worshiping my creator. Those are the most valuable things to me, after 27 years, that I have; a cross, a passport, a degree a guitar and some decent clothes. Usually, this list would probably include a vehicle, a residence or other things, but I have sacrificed those things several times to be where I am today.
While in school in Spain, I remember a professor having a discussion that I will never forget. She said a fundamental difference between Americans and Spaniards is what they are happy with. She told me that as long as she had a place to call home, no matter how big or small, and had the ability to go to the beach and hang with friends and family, thats all she needed to be happy. As for us, there is a worldview that we need much much more, like a nice car, a nice house, a building with our name on it, the perfect setting, and things like that. That definitely clicked for me. From that point on, I realized that I don't need much to be happy. I was actually happier at that point in life, than I had ever been since I was grown. The happiest times in my life were running around as a little kid without a care in the world, fighting with my little sister, and going home to my mom at the end of the night. As a grown up, the happiest time was being a student in Spain, hanging out with my host mom, making new friends and connections, and learning and traveling. I don't know that it will ever get better, but I'm going to try to make it.
There was a significant proverb I have heard, it was in italian I believe, but it said,

"È ricco chi si contenta di poco."

 When my mind begins to wonder about the things that I don't have, I always think of this quote. I don't have much in the way of material things, but I know I am wealthy in intellect, experience, travel and education both from books and from the streets. I also go back to my little stay in Fes, Morocco Africa to know that things are far far worse for other people across the planet and compared to them, I have it really made.
If you look at hollywood, and a lot of the people that do have all the money and material possessions they can conjure, you will find that although they have "everything" they don't have happiness. I recently read a quote by the dalei lama and read as follows,

“Man surprised me most about humanity. Because he sacrifices his health in order to make money.
Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health. And then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present; the result being that he does not live in the present or the future; he lives as if he is never going to die, and then dies having never really lived.”

This particular discussion really made me think. Maybe I think too much, or too deeply, but my wheels upstairs are always spinning, even as I sleep. I try to control what I hear and listen to throughout the days and what I choose to retain in my memory. The mind is a very extremely powerful thing, and I have learned how to use it in ways that benefit me and the type of person I am. I have learned to turn my emotions off completely; I have learned to block out memories and people; and I have learned to listen without actually listening and have developed standardized responses to conversations. With the above quote, it gave me a reason to do these things. Many a times, I have worried about the future and what will become of me. Many more times I have worried about the past and why things happened the way they did, and never appreciated the present. I am actively trying to change that everyday. The past is where it is in its rightful place, the good and bad; and the future will happen when it happens. If I die today, I have lived, I can honestly say that I have lived. 

Happiness is not something that can be purchased. It is something you find within yourself, to be content with your life and things happening in it, regardless of whatever monetary or material wealth you may or may not have. People in very shitty situations find ways to be happy every day, every second. Its just our definition of a shitty situation and other peoples definitions in other parts of the world vary. I am not as happy as id like to be in my current situation, but I am happy and know that things will fall in place as long as I am willing to put in the work and do what I have to do. Its getting lost in thought about what I don't have that throws me off at times and I realize that comes from the system we live in, especially today. 

With social media, everyone posts these pictures of them with huge smiles with their lovers, husbands, wives, kids or what have you giving off the impression that life is simply amazing. I have no lover, no wife, no kids or anything to post about in that regard, but life is still a beautiful thing for me. At times when I post about myself, I feel like I may giving off the impression that I am full of myself, but then I realize who and what else am I supposed to be full of? I think too much of the majority, which I believe is a mistake most people make. All I have are my travels, my goals and desires and my education to boast about online. I used to post multiple times a day, but now I hardly bother anymore. Im not a selfie kind of a person, I am not going to sit in front of a mirror or in front of anything and just take pictures of myself and post them. I utilize my facebook to keep in contact with friends across this country and others and that is its main purpose, as communicating internationally over a phone is super expensive and not as easy as typing on a computer. I hope to one day, soon, go back to Europe and visit my friends and my host mom again. People ask me all the time when I am going back and i have to give an indefinite answer most of the time because I truly don't know. I am however working toward it everyday. Its my belief that  real true friend stays in contact no matter how much land or water or time separates them, and a friend that would travel any distance to see you and hang out with you is probably the best you can find. I unfortunately have no friends, or family for that matter, that would travel very far to see me. That doesn't mean I can't be one. 

Happiness has always been something I felt has eluded me since I popped out back in '87. Right out of the gate, I had no dad, I was given to my grandma when I was a week old, so my biological mom and I started out not having that sort of relationship as well. Although I would never take anything back, I do often wonder what it would have been like had I had a mom and or dad. I lost what I seen as mom and dad when I was 13 and ever since, happiness has been completely absent or eluding. I sometimes wish I knew what it was like to be treated like a son now that I am older, or to come first to someone. I often feel overlooked, seen as just a cousin, or just a nephew, or just a this or just a that. Ive never really known what its like to be someones son, and the 13 short years I did went by so fast, I just don't know. However, I have found ways to be happy, even considering. The good thing is, I know what I need in order to feel happy finally. Before, I didn't know how to fix myself, what I liked, what I had a passion for, how to get lost without getting in trouble and such. Now, there is always a light at the end of the tunnel for me, always. 

So, can happiness be bought? sure. So can souls. Does money equal happiness? sure. I believe it lies in the eye of the beholder. I think unhappiness is caused by the social pressures around us in society, what we see online, on TV, in magazines, what "they" tell us and show us happiness should be like.We should each have our own unique definitions of what happiness is and what it means to us. We have all gone down different paths, different roads that have lead us to where we are today. Depending on those paths, happiness has reared its head in different forms and fashions and in different times through different things. For me, my happiness is contingent upon my ability to breath, to learn, to travel and to accomplish things weather that be in the form of learning a new song on the guitar, or to see a new place I haven't seen, or to help other people accomplish things. The way I see the world and happiness is, and should be, different than what anyone else does, regardless of what is happening around me. I don't need to be a millionaire and to have all the material possessions my heart desires, but perhaps there are some people that do. As long as I am happy and can share and extend that happiness with others, then that is all I need. Hopefully you can find out what happiness is and means to you, and know it evolves over time just like anything else. 

coming from the man on the most powerful countries' largest bill...

27 years…

I recently celebrated my 27^th birthday this past weekend. Rather than reflect on that day or the things I did, I would rather like to take a look back. It is something I don’t really do anymore, I don’t like looking in the rear view mirror. Some of those things bring back too much emotion for me, so I don’t even bother looking back at many things; but back there, I did also manage to fit in some great and amazing memories as well. I try not so much to peer too far into the future, and I avoid digging in the past if I can so as not to become mesmerized and day dream of the good moments; nor be brought down and not know quite how to feel about the bad ones.

When I was about 15 years old, I was seeing a bunch of counselors and on Zyprexa or some shit for depression. My mother had just died, and I was in trouble with the law and quite frankly I didn’t give too much of a fuck about anything anymore. To me, life was over. My mother was really all I had at that point in time, along with the state of Colorado I guess. I had just met my father, and things weren’t very good for me on that front, and biological mom was out doing her thing, whatever it was. I remember seeing the counselor one day, and them saying I had already lived the life of a 45 year old at that point, and I was only about 15 at the oldest. I didn’t think much of it then, other than, “ya, no shit, you should try living those 45 years yourself.” Or something smart ass or off the wall, cuz the world owed me, apparently, at that point.

Well about 12 years later, I feel like Im at about 60. The difference this time is I managed to get some really good times in there, times that made me younger and added years to my life, rather than took them away and made me not even want to see them. Sure, there was more grief, more bullshit, more craziness to deal with before things smoothed out, don’t kid yourself. I continued to walk on through hell battling demons after demons until about the age of 20. They will always be there, you will always have to fight them, but after this point I felt like I finally had the upper hand on them.

I have been through group homes, proctor homes, juvenile halls, boot camps, jail, house arrest, ankle monitors, probation, parole, I have ran away countless times from home, I have attempted suicide more than once, I have been cheated on, what I thought was one of my best friends has fucked me over for over 1000 dollars when it was all  I had, my first love ran off and got pregnant the first time, and the 2^nd ran off and got married the second time and has led me to avoid at all costs a 3^rd encounter with love, I have lost houses, and cars, and started over countless times, I have failed, failed and failed and have yet to reach the success that I desire or envision for myself.

When I was younger, I used to have to steal my school clothes, at times I used to have to steal groceries or school supplies, I used to have to hitchhike from far out of town to make it to school, I have slept in the bathrooms of gas stations, and parks. For most of my life I didn’t have my mother or father around, especially through the hardest storms when it rained and thundered so uncontrollably that I thought it might kill me. I have went in blind rages in the cells of the confinement I was in as a juvenile and painted pictures in my own blood, and wrote things on the wall I don’t care to recall. I have done the same thing in places I have lived, over “love”. I have completely lost my mind before, I can honestly say. I can remember the things that have hurt me most, as well as that which has brought me most joy and pride, and sadly, they have intertwined at times into one another.

That will be enough of my pains and those skeletons for now. Most people are afraid to expose their skeletons in the closet; me, I don’t like living with that extra weight on my shoulders weighing my soul down, so I try and let it out however I can. That used to entail hurting myself because I would get so mad or depressed that it felt as if my veins would catch fire and it needed to come out, and it usually did in the form of my own blood or broken walls or glass or mirrors. The roller coaster I have been on in my day has been very volatile and a wild crazy ride and had me ready to not only get off at times, but to jump off. My life had seemed like it was cursed, into living that way every day, forever.

Then all of a sudden, I was in college. God gave me a chance. Someone that came from my situation should probably never get to college because life itself is a challenge enough, much less college. The road I was on as well as my genes, should have led me to alcoholism, drug addiction, running with the wrong crowds, prison and or death. At least one of those things should have happened to me, and by the grace of god and my guardian angel, none of those things happened. I cant stress the importance of an education for people in my situation, other than the financial burdens it places on those in my situations where it severely impacts your ability to really reach your potential later in life. I do appreciate the education I got, but for the foreseeable future, I won’t be owning my own home any time soon, if ever, a new car will be extremely difficult to ever get and things like that that require you to have no debt and good credit. Someone from situation has to work for every cent I get, I get no hand me downs, and so its going to be awhile before I can actually positively affect the economy in the form of real estate purchases or investments, stock market, foreign exchange market and things like that.

In my 27 years here, the most important things I have learned are patience, fortitude, perseverance, and being able to adjust to change. It has been said the only constant in life is change, and that is as true as it gets. People tend to get comfortable in their lives, and never move out of that comfort zone. It has also been said that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over, expecting different results. We tend to want to take our homes and the comforts of, everywhere we go. We live in such bubbles, at home and away from it. Now when people go camping, they want it to be just like home but out in the woods rather than experiencing the wild for what it really is.

Sometimes you have to shit outside, in a hole, and bury it. Sometimes you have to catch a fish to eat, and skin it and cut its head off and gut it. Sometimes you have to build a fire for warmth, or for light at night. Most people don’t know what that’s about, or care to know what that’s about, but that’s what we humans came from. I believe one day we will have to regress to those fundamental ways of living that humans did for however long before industry and technology came along and offset the ways humans were living for thousands or millions of years, but in just a short time they changed humans. The plastic packaging with the already slaughtered animals ready to throw on the stove or bbq won’t always be around. One day those bubbles we all live in are going to burst; and those most adaptive to change will survive and thrive.

Patience will be taught by the universe anyways, but it will not always be learned by the individual. We really don’t have a choice but to be patient in most matters of life. During pregnancy, one must wait 9 months for their child; we must wait until we are 18 to go to a register to buy cigarettes, or porn; another 3 years to finally be able to “legally” drink, although 90% of us had already done so prior; we have to wait for our checks after we already put in the work; patience is always being taught, but not always being learned, and it happens more to some people than others. It is a key to living a fulfilling life because for most of us, we don’t get what we want or demand at the snap of a finger.

You have to be able to look bullshit in the face and say regardless of what happens, I will defeat this and overcome it, and that to me is what fortitude is; Being able to come through under overwhelming circumstances. Patience goes hand in hand with that because your not going to snap your fingers and defeat all your demons at once. You have to take those fuckers on one at a time, and be patient in doing so. Not a lot of people have the worldview I do, or have had the history or background that I do, but people struggle all across this planet every time you say 1, 2, 3. Some don’t have access to clean water and the packaged meats and boxed plastic goods that we do in America. Even some Americans, some people who risked their lives and limbs to defend this country don’t have those things. However, there are some that can rise from those ashes, or roses that grow threw that concrete and overcome all that and eventually make water accessible for more people, or make that change for themselves and others that has a positive ripple affect around an area, or country, and its because of the patience and fortitude they had to make it happen.

That leads finally to perseverance. No matter what, you have to put your head down and keep on truckin’. When I first started college, I was just happy to have gotten in. I didn’t know I was going to finish, I didn’t even know what a major was really. I was the first in both sides of my families to get in, and that at the time was sufficient enough for me, an accomplishment in and of itself. However, I made a decision one day, to persevere through whatever hard times I may come across in my personal life or my academic life and finish that shit out. The state of Colorado and Fort Lewis College both made an investment in me as a person not only by accepting me into their institution, but funding the education I received as well. It was the best thing to happen to me in my life, and regardless of the dollar amount on the bill or interest I’ll wind up paying, I doubt I can ever pay them back fully.

It was hard at times, very hard, learning French, and being asked what my parents did for a living, or learning about finances and making amortization tables, and doing stats, and dissecting a company, and things like that; but I learned, the best way I knew how and that was by digging my face in a textbook or the internet all night if I had to, drilling it in my brain trying to grasp the concepts and eventually I did. This didn't include the shit going on in my personal life, which was a whole other ball game in itself. I persevered, and it paid off in the end.

Have goals, both short term and long term. My goal is to go somewhere different at least once a year, and if its in Europe, I want to stop in my home away from home of Malaga and visit my host mom. I already have a friend interning with the European parliament in Luxemborg that wants me to go visit, a few friends in Germany, a friend in Japan, Brazil, Argentina, and currently have a friend down in Cuba willing to pay part of my expenses and help me get a travel visa through his family. Traveling is my drug of choice. It elevates my mind into a euphoria unlike anything else on this planet. Its what keeps me going, and what I live for. By the time I am laying on my death bed, I want to have no regrets or have any wishes that I wanted to fulfill but didn't. I have so much to see and do still, but there is also a lot of work involved in order to be able to do these things. I don't live to work, I work to live. 

I have been living out of a backpack or suitcase for quite a while. Its not fulfilling at times. The reason I do it is because I am free to up and leave whenever I want. I have no tie downs to anywhere; to any person, town, state, or country. I am as free a spirit as one can find. I have no children, and I believe I am a good father for not having them yet. I have no wife, although that was one of my dreams after graduation. My view on “love” and relationships is so skewed from my personal experiences and what I see around me, I don’t think its something I really want to get involved in again in my life. However, I know that in order to pass on my seed, I need to suck it up one of these days after I turn 30ish, and take that risk, but it will be a very very calculated and well thought out and planned risk when I do. No more of this spontaneous love at first sight, lets get together now type of bullshit that I did when I was young.

I don’t believe the world in which we live fosters long lasting and trustworthy relationships. Us men go to work to make the money on average 8 hours a day, while our wives or significant others sit at home sometimes and watch soap operas about affairs, and cheating, and infidelity. They are swamped by the mass media trying to emulate the same level of glamour and gossip as the people on TV and in Hollywood, like the ‘Tard-ashians, or real housewives of wherever the fuck, or whatever. So the seeds are being planted in their heads all day while they sit at home or even at work (for the hardworking women out there ) online, in movies, in magazines, in their romance novels, soap operas, tv programming, news, its just plain madness. You see peoples wives dressed skimpy on TV, doing skimpy things, tossing their ass and privates all over wildly on the screen for the masses, while husbands just sit there with smirks on their faces enjoying it as if it wasn't their wife (jay z/beyonce, kim k and Kanye etc…) and most people emulate that! I feel with the power mass media has, it should probably be used for more useful and productive things, like educating people on culture, language, things that happen inside our borders, outside our borders, promote positive stories, positive things, positive thinking. If it had, maybe our world wouldn't be so full of people who make mockeries of age old sacred institutions likes marriage, which leads to people like me not even want to have any part of it. Oh well though, I'm just one guy with his thoughts.

Well, this post is becoming quite long, so I better end it for now. There are things I have seen and learned in my 27 years. I am a quiet person, I don’t like to talk much, I like to listen observe, and analyze. Don’t mistake any of those words or tendencies for judging, because judging is not what I do. For one, I don’t get paid for it, and for 2, its gods work, not mine or any other human beings. The way I see it, once someone passes the age of 18, they are a big girl, or a big boy and should by then be able to figure it out. I could care less what people do, I like to focus on my program and no one else's. I currently sit here at the age of 27, with no vehicle, and no place to call a home of my own where I can wake up at 2:30 am with a bunch of shit on my mind in my boxers, turn on the TV, scratch my balls, smoke a bowl maybe and ease the mind.

 I cherish my solitude more than anything else, and in my current situation, it lacks. I am working to get back to at least that. I am a cancer/crab, so by nature, I need my own shell to go chill in and relax in. When I don’t have my shell to resort to, things get tough, I get irritable faster than normal, I think too much and begin to dwell and that’s out of my element. I am a peaceful person who likes to do and enjoys doing things on his own. I am most productive when I have that solitude available, to paint, to practice my Spanish guitar, to draw, to read and learn more. Here is to hoping I find my way soon out here in Southern California….

God bless you, readers of my blog, and I implore you to ditch an hour a day of the TV you watch for an hour of learning something, or checking into what is happening in the world around you, or simply going somewhere new for a walk and connect with the world or universe around you, rather than connecting with something that teaches you all wrong, to cheat on your husband or spouse, or to tell god he did a bad job creating you and get plastic surgery or alter your temple you were blessed with in any way, or to spend your money that you break your back for every day on ridiculously high priced fashion, or any of that sort of bullshit that is propagated by mass media. Get out of that bubble you live in, if just for an hr, experience being uncomfortable because it is those who have been willing to ditch their levels of comfort in search of something new, maybe not more rewarding, but something different, that have laid the foundations of the world in which we live today. It was the ones who decided to leave their families, and venture out in the world by foot or ship that discovered new countries, new things, new people, new ideas, new ways of life. Discovery is made possible by leaving the comfort zones, and without discovery, we would still all be Neanderthals barely knowing how to light a fire and communicate. Some of those Neanderthals split from the pack, and ventured out and learned new things by getting out there going into the land of the unknown. Until next time readers, have a great and blessed day and may you learn something new every day, or at least make an effort to. Buen camino…

With that, I leave you with a song, one of my desires to maybe give you an idea. I strongly desire to go to the carnival of venice, italy one day, and mask up and get lost and not be me for a day or 2. This song and video is a mix of who I am, italian, spanish guitar, explorer, dreamer, wanderer, lost in the world experiencing things while keeping an eye open for that love... hope ya like....

Greatness vs Ignorance

Its too bad society is so buried in glamour, struggle, and ignorance, that this speech will never mean much to many people. But this is the best speech that I have ever heard in my life, and I would urge you to not only watch it, but truly listen to it. think about every thing that he says. and soak it in, we the people have the power.... but we choose to channel it into TV, or age old political ideologies who no longer work in todays world, or struggle so much that we dont have room to feel or educate ourselves and create our own world view. I implore you, learn something, feel something, do something...

Art? Life? Miracles? What?

    Well since my last post, life has been quite a trip to say the least. Its been about a full year since I last made a post. I had gotten a decent job when I returned from Spain, to Durango, Colorado. It was for a growing credit card processing company. It had good benefits and the work atmosphere wasn't bad. I had known a lot of people that worked there, and wasn't sure whether to deem that a good or bad thing. I feel like I still am judged today for my yesterdays actions. Anyone who really knows me knows that i am far from the person I was as a teenager and into my early college years. I got that sense there and maybe it was totally wrong and unwarranted.
     I was glad to have gotten the job, I had really planned to take it far if I could. I tried to get good at eating shit, because that was the main part of the job and I knew it. But I could only take so much and it seemed the calls were becoming more and more frequent and it started to stress me out for my call reviews. Then my sister wound up in the hospital because there was something wrong with her arm from where they were doing some dialysis surgery on her. That spurred me to try and do something about it.
     At this time also, i had a little cousin in California get hit by a car on his motorcycle. I started to panic, i took days off work just trying to breathe and figure my next step, if any. I decided the best thing would be to take time off and get my head together. In the process, I got fired from that job, my sisters surgery went ok and my little cousin was fighting for his life in cali.
     On top of all this, I got news from someone that a girl I had kind of been seeing was getting married. she happened to be my recent x. We were in one of those weird phases stupid and immature couples go through with the on and off bs, and what a fitting ending it came to. Ive had 2 serious relationships with a woman in my 26 years on earth; the first ran off and got pregnant and this one ran off and got married, both in a time frame where it seemed inappropriate. But oh well, thats life I guess. Now it will be a long time before I take that third risk with love. I am extremely untrustworthy of women when it comes to serious relationships and I dont really care to run the risk of being hurt like that again for a long time.
     I really liked the house in which I was staying. I was very comfortable there and it was my own shell, my own foundation which I could run to and practice my spanish guitar, or paint, or think, or breathe. Those places have come few and far in between for me since I was 13. I have basically been living out of a back pack and or duffle bags for an extended period of time, even into right now. I hate it, but apparently its a necessary thing in my life according to gods plan for me. Life right now is not in my control, I kind of have to go where the wind blows me and not ask too much and try and work to get back to where I was at the beginning of the year.
     So, I made the decision to move to California to be closer to my fathers side and help out where I could with my little cousin and the family as well as try to get my career started somewhere doing something with my degree in international business. I figured more opportunity out that way and I had more business contacts with my family and friends of family. So i packed my shit from Durango and got the hell out of there, hoping never to return from all the scars and bullshit I had on my heart and soul from there. Got on the train from  Gallup to Victorville, CA to be picked up by my uncle and headed to my grandmothers.
     I had to figure out what was going on with my little cousin whom was in the accident. He was doing some rehab from his brain injury and physical injuries in Orange in a godsend place called healthbridge. I spend a month or so roughly with him, trying to help him where I could to encourage him to be strong and patient. I was literally part of a miracle and got to see my cousin come out of something like that. This upcoming week he'l be able to walk with his high school class just a few short months after the injury. That is going to be an extraordinary day. I was there for him and his mom and family when i could, day or night. It was hard, very hard, but certainly worth it all in the end. Now I am able to be able to chill with him and talk with him and do things with him like we used to when i lived there nearly a decade ago and he was a little dude. Its almost as if I never left and we never skipped a beat.
     Ever since, life has been great. I have been able to do several things since moving out there and many opportunities are there for me. I just have to get my act together to be able to enable myself to do things more readily and easily. I have been able to do what I love most, and that is travel, as of late. I am on a stretch where I have been to Huntington beach, Durango, CO; Denver, CO; Fort Collins, CO; Las Vegas, NV; Los Angeles, CA; Lake Havasu,AZ; and now back to Denver and Fort Collins to return to LA/victorville this weekend. So I haven't been in the same place for 2 weeks in a few months. I recall another stretch in my life like this when i was in Europe. In a few months I had went to Madrid, Malaga, Barcelona, Ronda, Granada, Sevilla, Toledo, Nerja, Rome Italy, Paris France, and Fes Morocco all in a few months every weekend somewhere different.
     I have been able to get closer to my dads side of the family and also saw my dad off to take steps to help himself out with some of his skeletons in his closet. I am very glad he is doing it and I hope and pray it changes him for the better. I know he doesn't really know how to be a dad and he doesn't have anything to offer me as being mine, but I am not concerned with those things. I want him to think better, once he thinks better he can do better, and once he thinks and does better, everything else will fall into place. I wont see him again for 5 more months, but hopefully it will have been worth it. So there is a positive affect, hopefully, that I have left in that desert. Anyone that knows Nick the nightmare Bettini or Gary the terror Rippee knows him making a change for the better would be awesome for the world.
     On another note, I won an art contest in denver, which is why I am here now. I won 500 dollars, I did a radio interview and also will have a 2 page spread in a magazine called the mile high life about me. It was cool. They also threw a little party for me and those who voted for me as well. It turned out to be a great time and maybe something good will come about the exposure. It was only my 2nd real piece I have done. I did my mural of hispanic culture at my college and that was my first. That wasn't for any competition or anything, I was just asked to do that one. It seems since I have graduated college, art is the only thing I have been able to really do anything with. This international business stuff hasn't worked out quite as well as ive hoped. But maybe I can tie that in with art somehow one day and do art and take care of the international business side as well. Id love to paint more, I just dont have the place to go home and do it at. Id like to play more guitar, but same issue. Ill get back to my groove soon hopefully. I am working on getting my license to sell insurance as well as to be a loan officer, but its taking time and requires an initial investment, which I just dont have right now. Id really love to get back to Spain this summer to do the camino de santiago, as I have promised god I would do when he helped my sister and cousin in their health. We shall see. In the meantime, I hope you have enjoyed my post and look forward to the next one. Any feedback, positive or negative, would be openly welcomed. Thanks

me and my cousin who overcame a very serious injury a month or so before this angels game

My Radio Interview in Denver, CO for winning contest