So it starts

This is not my first blog, but it may be my first time being truly honest about who I am and what I have done with my life.

I have had the luxury—or curse as it may be, I have never truly decided—of having lived in many places and having done many jobs. This coupled with an attitude that simply leaves no fucks to be given have made for some interesting life experiences.

Now with great certainty I can say that I was never taught the life skills required to handle most of the situations I find myself in. My parents were good people and raised me well and I’m sure that they could never have imagined the shenanigans I would get up to as a teenager and adult. I do firmly believe that all of one’s life experiences cut the path that makes us who we are.

We as humans have the ability to make choices and decisions about what we do. What I can’t understand is why most people make the decisions that make themselves so fucking boring?

Generally I attempt to live my life without regrets. Somehow I still feel that at some point I will look back at my life and wish I had done something different. I have tried to make the most of every situation and enjoy the people I have met and the places I have seen.

There are parts of my life that I look back on and realize that I have driven the equivalent of a freight train through people’s life. I have left canyon sized impact craters. I don’t’ think that people will forget me. For good or bad I hope that I have left my mark and changed people’s lives forever.

Undoubtedly I have done bad things, but I was living in the moment with the intent of adventure and excitement. I haven’t made apologies for the things I have done as they are what defines me as a person.

Yet still I think I am going to hell.