Bowen Island, British Columbia
Canada has changed my life in a lot of ways. It is a self-inflicted change, the kind one does to push growth, or manifest madness.
Our financial stability has gone to the wayside; forgotten in our scramble to survive in this new country. Are we floating? Yes. Have we enjoyed the things we used to enjoy? Yes. Have we learned new things? Yes.
But the floor has buckled and we have never felt so out of balance as we do so now.
This is the price of immigration. This is the price of leaving the comforts of home. This is the price of a dream.
So should you leave home?
Yes and no.
Lawyers would always say that, that is, say yes and no. Ruminating the many possibilities, turning it around in one’s head only because there are possibilities and they are scared of not saying the right thing or leaving out the right thing or not anticipating everything.
Leave home?
Yes, if you are young and have the stamina or the skill. If you can take the many setbacks that a new immigrant will face in a new country.
A new country can be unfriendly at first. There’s the weather. There’s the people. There’s the opportunities. It may not be always what one envisioned or wanted or prepared for. Those with a positive mental attitude that can weather the storms and get over the people-problem (people who have been defeated by their new world), those are the ones that will make it.
No, if you love the comforts of home and if you will let it linger until it poisons you and poisons your present. If you have too much, will lose too much, and the idea of bearing it is unbearable to you.
Go, don’t go. Life is a series of adventures but choose well, don’t choose, play, don’t play.
Either way, you will be victim and victor; it is only up to you how long you would want to stay in either state.
And if all else fails, lie down, to your humblest pose.
And try again.