My family comes from Cuba, the communist wonderland 90 miles south of Key West where homicide gets you 7 years in jail, but slaughtering cattle gets you 10.
My dream is to be a CTO, preferably for my own company. My boss thinks I'll make it there before I'm 30.
If you can deal with prepubescent-sounding men screaming into a microphone without concluding that I should be forcibly committed for considering said noise to be good music, then I can deal with choruses consisting of the same 7 words repeated 17 times without concluding that you have an undiagnosed case of early-onset alzheimer's syndrome.
Hope. With faith comes much-needed peace. I've experienced first-hand the holistic benefits of letting Jesus take the wheel, so to speak.
The love of my family and friends. They give me strength when I need it the most.
My memories and life experiences. Good and bad, they've shaped the man I am.
A job to do. I get stir-crazy when I have nothing to concentrate on, kind of like RDJ's Sherlock Holmes, in that first scene where they haven't had a case in a while and he's starting to lose it.
And obviously food, water, air...the essentials.
This relationship seems to self-propagate, and you find yourself growing closer to the other person without either one of you putting in that much undue effort. Communication flows easily, you never run out of things to talk about, and often stay up way too late just lost in conversation. Trust and companionship come naturally, and you don't entertain any of the doubts that usually creep in when you start to get attached. It doesn't stay this easy forever - nothing ever does - but no matter what happens it's bound to be a powerful experience for both people.
If that sounds like something you'd be interested in, send me a message =)