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Two Years Away From My Blood

anritcoPosted for Everyone to comment on, 5 years ago4 min read
*in five days from now, there will be been two years since I left my country looking for better life conditions, opportunities and the possibility to project onto the future*

I haven't seen my family ever since and (much to my regret) haven't even spoke with any of them more than once, twice a mont, for few messages through a messenger.

I've learneded few things in my two years far from them and settled down in my new place of recidence. That is main and mostly the fact that I was never very welcome to be part of their clan/group/sect. I've always been rejected, neglected and judged. Not to say, very poorly educated. In fact let me share a little story with you:

When I was 20 years old I have written two books of 500 pages each, I was the main violinist, concertino (which is the orchestra director's replacement in case anything happens to the director) and solist violinist. I played piano, most of wind instruments, percussion and strings. I even composed few long pieces for being played by a symphonic orchestra. FFS I even learned english without teachers (and boy I was really bad).

Of course it was for the sake of calling the attention of my parents and rest of the family. But the fact is that not even my mother, a person who loves to read, read my books. From hundreds of concerts any of my family went maybe once to them. I've been mostly discouraged to play any instrument and to speak english my whole life. Being myself was bad, not being myself was bad.

This story wasn't meant to end well if it would go on in time.

Luckily enough I decided that it was enough. That I gave enough opportunities to the people back in my homeland and that they didn't do anything possitive out of that. So in anycase this whole thing was meant to end in one or another way: me accepting my defeat and my reality, or to perish.

Two years in this beautiful lands that I call now home gave me almost everything what i tried to be good at before, and only here, under the right conditions could achieve. It gave me an amazing partner, an amazing upgrade in my set of skills, a physical home which I can call this way and mine and amazing tools for developing myself both as a person and professionally.

It makes me sad to admit that it doesn't make me sad to be far from my blood family. But the truth is that I've created a family, a real one, here in my new home. In fact, I did also find a home, and built it stronger with love, compassion, patience and communication and resources (which I actually found and fighted for once here).

I swear that I would love to say and scream something related to "I miss them so much!". But that wouldn't be the case. So I can call myself a lucky person, due to the fact that I could build up my own family, based on our own needs and philosophy.

My lesson here is that if you feel that something calls you out there, there may be a reason for that: don't ignore what your heart and guts tell you when it come about your own life and the future of it. Don't procrastinate, because if you do, that may be the worst of all the decisions you have ever taken and will take.

Be brave.

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