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Life Must Be Treated Like a Monet Painting - Not Toilet Paper

Here’s a quote from yours truly: “The term ‘American Dream’ is so ‘20th century’. The way things are going in this country, we’re in the 23rd century.”

The United States is the modern Roman Empire, but we aren’t about to fall. We will continue to thrive, but the days of people immigrating here for a better life are over.

As for me, I’m leaving this country the day after Christmas. I’ll be landing upon Sydney, Australia on the 28th of December.

I have effectively given up on America. What I want for Christmas is something America cannot give me, and that’s a job. Yes, I may be currently employed as a tutor, but I care not to increase my hours, for making it full-time is not in my best interest.

There’s plenty of work in Australia – they have not been affected by the Great Recession. I have my one-year working visa and I plan to obtain employment down under within my first three weeks in the country. I’ve always fancied living out one of those stories where someone comes to a country with little money in his pocket and ends up becoming someone important and established.

As a writer, I need to expand my horizons through life experiences. How am I to be fascinating to readers if I haven’t traveled the world? I’ve only been to Europe so far – there’s much more life to be lived. There’s much more land to be traveled.

I tell people what I’m doing and their eyelids dilate like a vaginal canal upon childbirth. The first thing that comes out of their mouth is, “Oh, I could never do what you’re doing.”

The sad truth, though, is that they can. They just let their minds multiply their adversity to discovery and living life. Life is to be lived in the same way bubble wrap is to be popped. When you just exist you make a mockery out of the brilliance of life’s potential. This is the same as using a Monet painting to wipe your ass.

So that is why I am fleeing this country. I may not make it in Australia. I may return to the states in three weeks. Who knows. At least I tried. At least I got a vacation out of it.

Is what I’m doing stupid? I’d love to prove you wrong. Is what I’m doing crazy? I would hope so.