Finding the truth about the life I have and the way I see myself has been the hardest thing I’ve had to do.
I see that there are people who’ve doubted me, who cursed me and called me names.
These people are no longer part of my life for a reason, and they’ll never be a part again.
I choose to live this life each day, with my goals in mind, with my wants for myself, my future and who I want to be.
Within me is the person I choose to be, the person that no one seemed to want, for they all said you can’t do it, you can’t be this person, I won’t let you.
Well, when you get to end of your life, what are you thankful for?
What have you truly done to be the person you want and not who others expect.
If there’s anything I regret about living in Las Vegas, it’s that I wanted to be something else, I wanted to be stronger, live better and desired to be a great person.
This greatness wasn’t for narcissism, it was for being thankful for a life I chose, a life I wanted and being the fucking person I wanted and saying the things I wanted.
I don’t blame people, I only blame myself for the lack of courage.
Growth within the soul comes when you’ve reached bottom and crawled out.
I’ve crawled out from the depths of despair and hated myself for getting there.
When I began my journey back, with TM (Transcendental Meditation) guiding my life. I never thought I’d have the courage to leave a job I hated. I never believed I’d change my life and that of my family for the sake of doing and being the person I always wanted to be.
As I crawled out I knew that I would be different and I knew i had to leave Las Vegas, if only to live my life my way and not be forced to live a life I didn’t want anymore.
We truly reach the peak of who we want to be when we’re tired of the bullshit, tired of being something we’re not and find within ourselves the perseverance and courage to face the darkness within.
I know who I am, I’m the comedian, the writer and I love to see people smile when they’re reading a book or laugh when I do a funny voice.
I’m tired of conceding to society and tired of people who want me to be something I’m not.
I refuse to concede my life to people who don’t know me, people who want me to conform the some idea of who they think I am.
If you’ve been away from me for a long time, like a lot of people have, you might not like me, but I don’t care.
I’ve become who I am being away from certain people and they’ll never be in my life again, not because I hate them, but because I life myself more that I love them.