The Test

With all the preparation that I had to do for this journey I thought everything would be pretty much smooth sailing. However, that was not the case. What I thought was an invincible plan crumbled underneath my feet. With all the time I spent looking for an apartment, making sure that I had my class schedule set, and double checking that I had the appropriate funds for my voyage I overlooked one big factor. That factor was life. I learned now that life cannot be planned. Life is like a raging bull bucking you off his back, and no matter how much preparation you may have eventually you would get knocked off. But how can I achieve a goal without planning and preparation? My answer is to include failure in your planning. If you are aware of the possible disasters then you can promptly prepare for them.
So now I am being put to the test to see whether I can survive the erratic ways of life. Which is all part of the journey of "Mr. Rager".

"It's in the world I become Contained in the hum Between voice and drum"

I always related my situations in life to music. It was there to console me, inspire me, and cheer me up. Which is part of the r

I Am The Impetus

My father had always told me that I am like a runner in a relay race. My grandfather father passes the baton to my father and my father passes on the baton to me. It was just a metaphor to help me remember that I need to learn through my parents mistakes to become successful. After that was said I always remembered my upcoming responsibilities of carrying the "baton." However the metaphor suddenly came to life when my father passed on his lucky totem. Now I carry it with great respect in knowing that I am going to continue my father's legacy. With that said I have noticed that assuming the role of "Mr. Rager" has already began to influence my father. Through the years of living in New York my mother was always trying to persuade my father to move to every state that is not New York. But even with all the planning and begging my father never showed interest in leaving his birthplace. Then I leave to california and all of a sudden my father starts to make plans of his own to come down here and join me. Looks like I was the one that had to set the precedent in order for my father to realize that New York is not the only place to live. Whether or not he would decide to make the plunge and actually leave like I did remains to be seen. Although, just the thought of him loving my decision to come down to california makes me happy. Seems like I'm already handling the "baton" up to my father's expectations.