Bryce, you haven’t written in two months, WTF?!

Nothing is TF, folks. I’ve been insanely busy out here in Toronto and it really hasn’t been a focus. But today is my birthday. And I feel like writing. Thank you all for your patience (by “you all”, I mean mainly my best friends and my mom. If you’re someone I may not know as well and you’re reading this, then please leave a comment. Unless you’re a hot female. Then holler, boo. Breezy’s gotchu.)

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“SO LIKE, WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO WITH YOUR LIFE?”

We’ve gotten this question in many forms throughout our lives. No matter how old (I once wanted to be a dinosaur, then an NBA player, then I realized my chances were better off being a dinosaur so I stuck with that) or how sudden (why is this always the first question when meeting someone new?), we are all curious about others ambitions and feel self-conscious about our own. It’s a stressful question.

We hate those who seem to have it all figured out. Our relatives, or friends of friends who got accepted into med school, or that guy who was in your Psych class in high school who started his own successful welding business, or that hot bitch who never gave you any attention who’s now posting professional modelling pictures all over Facebook (don’t worry, she’s never as successful as she makes it seem). You’re even slightly jealous of the kids who had kids way too soon after graduation (or even before) because even through the diapers and puking and screaming and no sleep and shitting on inanimate objects (I love kids), at least their life has purpose. You’re still looking for yours.

So, how do you answer the question?

It depends on who’s asking.

Sometimes we give them the roundabout “I’m working for (insert shitty company here) right now, saving up money for school, then I can get into what I really want to do which is (insert future vague career goal which you think may impress the listener).” I do this on the daily. Sometimes I’m going to business school, sometimes journalism, sometimes male stripping. It all depends on who’s asking.

Let’s all stop worrying. Let’s all put our hands together in the middle and form a pact (whoa, bundy! – Yes, Jen. That’s your shout out.) to stop worrying about trivial shit and how our futures look to others. Let’s come together and from this day forward, live the life we truly want.

Ready?

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The next time someone asks you the dreaded “BRO LIKE, SO, WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO WITH YOUR LIFE?” look them right in the eye, your toes forward and say:

Exactly? I’m not sure. I am going to fail. I am going to fall. But I am going to try. I am going to make mistakes. I am going to love, lose, regret and lose regret so I can love again. I am going to lose more than I am going to win. But I will win. It’s inevitable. I am going to sleep, wake up, and grow. Every day I will grow. Because to grow is to live, and I promise you that whatever life I end up living, whether it’s one with a title you respect or admire or look down upon, I promise you I will be living. So to be honest, I could not tell you what I’m gonna do with my life. It’s impossible to. But I can tell you that right now I am living. Every single day. And that is not going to change. What about you?

Then listen politely to their reply, smile, and walk confidently back into living. One day they may catch up.

- Bryce Seto

PS: If you’ve read anything I’ve written and enjoyed it enough to show a friend or someone close to you – I love you from the bottom of my heart. Truly. Thank you.

PPS: IM TWENTY TWO BITCHES!!!!!!