So, there I was, completely at a lost at what to write about, and then it occurred to me then why not just write about what affects me as well as everyone else around me: change. In my case, it's more along the lines of having to move to a new place every year or so and then needing to adapt to the new place all over again.

Now, I know it happens to a lot of people. To some, all the time; and to some, seldom. How is it any different for me? Well, for starters, I’m the kind of a guy who likes certain things in a particular manner but at the same time, am also a firm believer and follower of the idea that variety is the spice of life. Seems paradoxical, right? I’d explain it, but it’s a story for another time (promise!)

So while writing about what it truly means to me and how it has affected me as well as who I've come to be, something hit me and it hit me hard. But rather than just laying it out for you, I will ask you a simple question instead and then get to it.

“If given a chance, what would you change in your past?”

This is a very common question – yes.
Completely hypothetical – yes.
Has a huge spectrum of possible answers ranging from just a little something to almost everything – true.

Let me tell you how I went about it; give you a little perspective.

When my mind asked me this question my immediate response was my accident. The almost fatal accident that left me bedridden for a year and then partially handicapped for another two. It did so much more but again, that’s a story for another time (coming soon - Raison D’être).

I was robbed of my childhood and had a worse than usual adolescence so of course that is what I would want gone from my life. But I told myself that even if given a choice in the matter, I would still have fallen victim to that truck 11 years ago on the 1st of August 2004.

The conclusion was reached, yet nevertheless, the daydreamer in me got to work at once and started creating a picture of how my life would have been had that accident not happened and frankly, I wasn’t too thrilled to see it.

Why? Because most things that have happened in my life most likely would not have happened, most people that I know, I would not have met. That feeling of pride that I feel when people are left in awe of me surviving a truck crushing half my body would never have existed. I would not have become obscenely fat and then worked hard on losing that excess mass to now look, well, decent.

There are so many things that would not have ever happened. I wouldn't have made the friends I have, wouldn't have started playing basketball and won the regional championship with my high school team. Honestly, I don't think I would done half the things I ended up doing. The truth be told, I would never have found my identity. Had my life not gone the way it has, I would not have become who I am today.

Basically, what I’m successfully/unsuccessfully trying to say is that, "Whatever happens, happens for the best." I am proud of who I am today; proud enough to love myself, but not enough to lose my sight. And that is thanks to what happened in my life.

And so, I will say again, “Whatever happens, happens for the best”
Believe it. Keep faith in it.

Why? Well for the simple reason that even if life dumps regular servings of crap on you, what you really can do is find solace in the fact that someday, somewhere down the line, it WILL define you and if not that then simply help you.

I am what I am today because of each and every thing that has happened to me, good or bad. Given a chance, I would not change a single thing in my past because at the end of the day I think I’ve turned out alright.

I’ll just say this, I write this as food for thought for you who is reading this. With that said, I genuinely hope it was worth your time.