I just want to go fishing...alot!
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As I get older, I find there is very little in my life that brings me true joy, or peace of mind.
Reminiscing about the past experiences of fishing with my dad and grandpa when I was a boy, and then having the ability to share those experiences with my daughter are very important to me.
(A few years ago, the anxiety hadn't set in yet.)
Both of us suffer from depression, and anxiety, and find the ability to make friends an extremely difficult, if not impossible task. Socially awkward would be an understatement.
We tend to focus on the negativities of how people act towards themselves, us, and each other. Needless to say, there's nobody knocking at my door offering friendship, and at this moment of my life, I'm not sure I could accept it, or understand it.
Not sharing expenses makes it hard to get out, as my childhood memories are a few hours away.
My ultimate goal one day, is to move up north, some place where nature meets highspeed internet in a glorius meld of swimming, fishing and data streaming.
(A secret family location on private property, not mine)
We are surviving here, My wife is a hard worker, underpaid. My career is stagnant. The economy, or lack there of has made my college diploma obsolete, by combining what I went to school for with a related field. Life is a struggle, debt adds up...blah blah blah...
But like I said, we're alive. However, there's being alive, and there's living. I want us to live for once.
We don't smoke, or drink. Never taken a drug in either of our lives. Our daughter is newly a teenager, she's a good kid, but I fear my time with her is running out.
I became fatherless, still in my teens, and it has mentally crippled my emotions to this day, so I know the importance of what time is left, to pass on traditions, and secret family fishing holes, so that she has the chance to do the same one day.
Anyways, I am not here to beg, if nothing becomes of this, I'm sure we will continue to survive. If you're not well off, please don't give me anything.
I have set a ridiculous goal, to live a ridiculous dream.
(Another secluded spot on private property, the new owners graciously allowed me to revisit, based on passed stories of family use with the previous owners)
Reminiscing about the past experiences of fishing with my dad and grandpa when I was a boy, and then having the ability to share those experiences with my daughter are very important to me.
(A few years ago, the anxiety hadn't set in yet.)Both of us suffer from depression, and anxiety, and find the ability to make friends an extremely difficult, if not impossible task. Socially awkward would be an understatement.
We tend to focus on the negativities of how people act towards themselves, us, and each other. Needless to say, there's nobody knocking at my door offering friendship, and at this moment of my life, I'm not sure I could accept it, or understand it.
Not sharing expenses makes it hard to get out, as my childhood memories are a few hours away.
My ultimate goal one day, is to move up north, some place where nature meets highspeed internet in a glorius meld of swimming, fishing and data streaming.
(A secret family location on private property, not mine)We are surviving here, My wife is a hard worker, underpaid. My career is stagnant. The economy, or lack there of has made my college diploma obsolete, by combining what I went to school for with a related field. Life is a struggle, debt adds up...blah blah blah...
But like I said, we're alive. However, there's being alive, and there's living. I want us to live for once.
We don't smoke, or drink. Never taken a drug in either of our lives. Our daughter is newly a teenager, she's a good kid, but I fear my time with her is running out.
I became fatherless, still in my teens, and it has mentally crippled my emotions to this day, so I know the importance of what time is left, to pass on traditions, and secret family fishing holes, so that she has the chance to do the same one day.
Anyways, I am not here to beg, if nothing becomes of this, I'm sure we will continue to survive. If you're not well off, please don't give me anything.
I have set a ridiculous goal, to live a ridiculous dream.
(Another secluded spot on private property, the new owners graciously allowed me to revisit, based on passed stories of family use with the previous owners)Organizer
Jay Pilon
Organizer
Brantford, ON
