Ruin vs Rapture

Lately, I've been doling out a lot of fortune cooking advice to myself. Its my own personal belief that you don't find rapture with out ruin, and the essence of life is to go through one to get to the other. Sinantra waxed poetically about doing it his way. I guess all things considered, I am doing it my way.

When life gives you lemons, ideally you make lemonaide. When life gives you the emense task of moving across the ocean to fulfill your life's dream, you do the best you can with what you have.

Right now, the impossibility of what I have laid in front of myself, seems too grand. The more I speak to people about life here, and the hardships they face everyday, the US does seem like some magical dream paradise. I have always wondered why people leave their home countries to become strangers in a strange land. I understand now more than ever is because, creating a life, and a life of considerable luxury and sometimes even with out all of that life in the Us, is good. People here struggle. Every one here has the same complaint. Life in the UK and Europe is hard. Again, to pour out some of my limited knowledge, I think life everywhere can be hard. No one I know makes enough money to sustan themselves. But they do. Maybe, adter all the complaining, after all of the ruin, you find your rapture - and that doesn't mean that you come out of the other side of your journey squeeky clean, and smelling of roses.

If at the end of the day you've learned something considerable about yourself, and you've come out the other side a little more tired a little more weary but genuinely better for it, than what have you really given up. I'd lay down my halo for an experience any day.