"el primero paso es el mas dificil..."

"the first step is the hardest..."

This age-old wisdom has proven challenging to believe in my own life. The first step for me has always been the easiest. Graduating high school early, driving to Oklahoma, and starting school before all my peers...was easy. It was easy for me to transfer to Moorhead, easier to hop a plane and move to New Jersey. It was simple for me leave New Jersey for Atlanta with a little under 400 dollars to my name, and it was easy for me to return to the Midwest when I decided the south wasn't for me.

Yes, the first step has always been easy, maybe because I neglect to worry about things like finances and a place to live, I forget that making friends, initially, can be difficult. The following steps, they are difficult, but they have proven the most rewarding. I feel like the universe is constantly working to teach me a lesson, not to discipline me, but to ensure that I'm continually taking in the world around me for all it's worth. The steps that come after the first one have been lessons taught by the universe.

I'm mid-air right now, finishing college and getting ready to move, yet again, to a foreign place. This has been my longest transition time to date, and I've been able to consider all the steps that will follow me getting in my trusty Saturn and trekking South to the Rio Grande Valley. Again, though, even thinking about these steps does not make the first one seem any more difficult.

I've always been given enough, even when I've had 5 dollars to my name, I've still had clothes and food, most importantly, I've always had people to live in communion with. Does fear of not being provided for, fear of not having friends stop people from doing what might unlock their inner, perfect, happiness? Trust the universe, folks, it wants to work for us.

I'm not sure there's any excuse not to be happy; we are in control of what is us. Listen to music of your heartstrings and let it lead you. To be unstable in life, at times, is to learn strength. Comfort might be my greatest enemy, for when I'm comfortable I forget what it's like to work, I forget the value of people, and I get lost in the shuffle of keeping up with what is not me.

My life is balanced and I'm unwavering in my pursuit for knowledge and my fuel of my passion, but I'm not comfortable.