One Year Later ⏳

 365 Days.


    One Full Year. That’s how long it’s been. A full revolution around the Sun.


    One year ago today, I was living in my car down in Florida. Sleeping the trunk of my vehicle, parked in the parking lot of McDonalds. I know that sounds quite literally insane, and in hindsight perhaps it was. However, I wouldn’t trade that experience for the world.


    Something about living in a small space and trying your best to survive brings out the animal inside of you. All of a sudden, theories and concepts you’ve grown up on fade away. The things you thought you knew and believed, evaporate in the heat while you’re dehydrating to death in 35+ degrees. No food, no water. No money either, go figure. I remember leaving Canada with $400 to my name. After paying gas just to get down there, I was left with about $100. 


    24 consecutive hours. Thats how long it takes to drive from Montreal to Fort Lauderdale. 24 straight hours of driving South, holding the wheel and living on a prayer. Bon Jovi would have been proud. I still remember the first night I slept in my car. I parked outside of a motel that was buzzing with activities. The people there were running around 24/7. Let me tell you- this experience was not for the faint of heart.


    I still remember, parked outside of the McDonalds drive-thru, having officially run out of money, starving and thirsty, slowly being cooked in the heat. I remember looking out, and directly ahead of me, watching a non-stop line-up of people ordering food thru the drive-thru. The never-ending, 24 hour drive-thru, with hungry mouths in the nice vehicles, pulling up and ordering til they couldn’t eat anymore. And then there was me, a mere 15 feet away from the drive-thru window, starving in my sleep. 


    I remember in the exact moment, I finally understand that there was no more humanity in the world. That we had been completely highjacked, brainwashed, into living this false reality. As bad as I had it, I still had a car to live in. I couldn’t help but feel for those individuals who were sleeping outside on park benches on under the trees. Those who were in just as bad situations as my own, except worse. Those who had to dumpster dive day in and day out, just to find some left-over scraps in order to eat. Those who had no choice but to scavenge the surrounding areas just so they could live to see another day.


    Watching the constant line-up pass by the drive-thru, I slowly saw the Matrix crack. I slowly began to see life as it was intended to be, not what it had become. How hundreds, if not thousands of people, with no remorse, no care in the world, were trapped in their own little bubble, completely ignoring the needs of others. The needs of one man, not even 15 feet away from them, as he slowly sat there, starving to death. The harsh reality that the Matrix had created. Not just for him, but for the countless others who live all around the world. 


    Looking back at the entire experience, I am beyond grateful that I got to live through it all. The ups and the downs. The trials and tribulations. I am beyond grateful. Not only for how things turned out, but also that I took the leap of faith and went forward with it. Something about running away with no plan at all allows a man to truly discover just how free he can be. How he can truly be the captain of his own ship, and control his fate as he sees fit. How adventure is always a simple, yet completely unhinged, decision away.


    I often think about that quote where most men would gaudy embark upon a voyage across the sea, leaving behind their desk job, with no guarantee of survival. It makes me feel like there may still be hope yet for the world. That man has not been completely domesticated just yet. Something about leaving everything behind and starting out fresh is a great feeling, almost too hard to explain. The weight of the world, released from your chest. The endless possibilities, which await beyond the known horizons. For myself, driving down to Florida was that quest.


    One day, I plan on returning to the exact parking lot I lived in down South. I plan on returning the the very McDonalds, and soaking it all in again. Just like the great quote about a man never entering the river the same as before, for he is not the same man and the river is not the same. I hope to return as a new man, and look at where my journey started for me. The beginning of my spiritual awakening, down deep in the fires of hell.


    When I return, I’ll buy enough food for everybody who is going thru the same journey that I did. I’ll feed all those who are homeless and living in the same area as I was.



I’ll let them know that if they’re going thru hell, keep going-

Heaven may be just a few steps away.



        Glory Be,


                    Amen.

Location: Fort Lauderdale, FL, USA

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