For the last five and half months I’ve been working hard to put myself into a better place than I was before.

Everything that happened, happened for a reason. No doubt about it. It was, necessary. In order for me to become the man I always knew I was. It. All. Had. To. Happen. Just as it did.

So, here I am, sitting in a room right next door to the old one I had in this very same house. I’ve got everything unpacked, and things I can’t unpack or don’t know what to do with yet are consolidated into bins together.

Obviously it’s a completely different room with a whole new set up than I had before but it feels like a completely different place.

What changed? What’s different?

I am.

My determination, my passion, my abilities are all now focused and fine tuned. Everything is a target but nothing is the main focus.

I used to think that I had to be so many things in order to prove myself.

Now I know, that I am everything and it proves my-self.

In my first ever attempt at telling a story, at trying to understand the depth of myself in the world around me I wrote this book: The Uncertain.

It’s odd, in a good way, that things I wrote and discussed were things I hadn’t fully been able to understand yet somehow knew in depth.

Maybe, I knew what I was doing on a galactic and universal subconscious level. That’s what it’s starting to feel like…and it’s kinda freaking me out (in a good way). Maybe I chose the title The Uncertain because I knew uncertainty was always going to be a huge part of living. What I thought was me trying to see what made sense with the themes within the book, was really me reminding myself of an eternal truth of life.

Life=Journey=Living=TheUncertain.

Once again, that uncertainty has lead me back to where I need to be.

I am, home again.

-Gustavo Lomas

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