Life is what we make of it. We have a choice. We can either sit back and dwell on what brings us down, or we can chose to see the beauty in things. We have the opportunity to take unrelenting situations and make the best of them. We have a gift. We were born to overcome. We were born to live… really live OUR lives.
I am no stranger to setbacks. When I was 15 I got Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI). When I was 19 I got Melanoma (Skin Caner). When I was 21 I decided to live my life – my way. I want to explore the world. I want to see it first hand. I want to live. We are not guaranteed anything in this life. Why do we let opportunities pass us by? We only have one shot. Let’s make the most out of it.
This is my site about living. This is my way of sharing w the world that we are capable. No matter what set backs we have. No matter what health issues stand in our way. If we want something bad enough we have the power to make it happen.
I know what it’s like living in pain every single day. I know what it’s like being told you can never live your life in the same manner you would have before. I know what it’s like knowing you don’t have very much time. What THEY didn’t know, was that I wasn’t going to let any of this hold me back. It only created a stronger desire to get out and live my life my way.
The first thing on my bucket list was to thru-hike the Pacific Crest Trail: A long distance (2,655 Miles) backpacking trail stretching from Mexico to Canada. It goes through 3 states (CA, OR, and WA) 7 National Parks, and 25 National Forests.
I set out on April 20th, 2012 from the Mexican Border. On October 12, 2012 (175 days later) I walked into Canada.
The first thing on my bucket list complete.
This is my one shot at life. Where do I go next? What experiences await me? I want to encourage each and everyone of you to take a look at YOUR lives. What makes you happy? Really, truly, happy? Follow your heart.
Money isn’t everything. Possessions don’t mean a thing. The happiest I’ve ever been in my life was when I had only the things on my back. It’s the experiences that matter. The memories we share. It’s the human connection. It’s living, and my question for you is…
Are you living?