One day you're living in a penthouse suite in downtown Los Angeles, surrounded by women and one night stands, you'remanaginga multibillion dollar fashion company.
Over the course of a year your company goes bankrupt, yourcar gets revoked, you've been evicted and you’re living alone while you make ends meet at a Starbucks. You've lost all sense of youridentity, are you still you or are you a version of the person you used to be? Are we the spirit that lives inside of use or are we the reality we live in?
I can't claim any of these experiences to be my own but I can claim them to be very relatable to mine.
During my time surfing on coworkers and friends couches I was exposed to many personal stories and sides of people I wasn't used to. This story in particular stuck with me.
Yes, I was empathetic but it wasn't until I lost my own identity that it really hit me.
I was homeless but I still had my spirit, granted it was dwindling.
Over the course of two days I managed to lose my savings in a petty Craigslist scam and my camera gear the following day.
The question "Who am I?" became more and more troubling as the minutes past me by.
Life may kick you to the curb and leave you helpless but it's how we bounce back up and roll with the punches that makes us extraordinary.