Friday, March 21, 2014

“Beautiful day, isn't it?” “Every day is a beautiful day.”

after watching a video blog from a man i truly admire, mr. John Green, i accepted a challenge that wasn't even spoken in his video, to think back to where i was twelve years ago.  his video is called 'perspective' and it really brought a big smile to my face and now that i am sitting on the shores of a vast new adventure i think it would be fun to do some free associative writing about where i was in 2002.

i'm told i was about twenty years old which must indicate i was somewhere in the honeymoon of my first apartment at the Belcrest in Detroit.  although 2002 slightly predated a collection of online photographs i do have one photo somewhere in my head that shows me the day i moved in and this photo sticks out in my memories of those days.  i was wearing baggy blue jeans with DVS skate shoes and a great t-shirt that read 'ARMY'.  i had on a winter hat (beanie?) even though i think it was late summer when i moved in, this is a style i rocked for a long time.

i was living with my friend Ryan.  only a few weeks after we moved in we had a sort of early twenties frustration that nearly severed our friendship although we were both quick to get over this.  somehow in that separation i began hanging outside at a plaza in the center of my university campus which we called the square which is where i met some of the greatest friends i've ever had.  back then we used to skip class and play hackysack for hours.  i never realized it at the time but these friendships would bloom into great things as some of my friends eventually got married to each other and had kids and others would embark on some very great paths.  now i'm sitting in my apartment here in istanbul having a nostalgic moment, as i often do before i travel, and i'm putting things into perspective that i've never really took time to sort out.

there was once a young man who wore baggy jeans and needed to gain a few pounds that walked the streets of midtown detroit rocking a beanie even in summer.  he came to the city with almost nothing and built his life into a great empire of imagination and creativity.  he used to wake up early and go for long explorations through the museum districts of the city dreaming of being something special.  i wonder what he would think of me these days if we somehow were able to meet.  i don't think he ever saw a destiny coming like the one which we have created together and i hope that somewhere out there there are other lost twenty year olds dreaming up destinies of their own.

maybe one day this thirty two year old version of myself with be the object of some reflection of a man in the distant future who wondered how he came to be where he is now.  i hope he will be proud because these days he is working very hard at something very special and he is trying to accomplish things that others couldn't imagine to be possible.

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