There is not a day that goes by that I don't ask myself at least five times why I gave up on everything and naturalized myself into this crazy place. But there is not a night nor morning that I regret it, that I am any less than absolutely certain that it was the best decision of my life.
Sure, I feel more free here than in "The Land of--" and rail against the place I came from, for everything is has allowed itself to become and everything it hasn't. American is my greatest love affair gone awry. All promises broken, all expectations spent. I will never get over it.
Nearly one hundred years after our first Lost Generation, we are lost again, scattered globally, reifying the American Dream that found itself impossible to realize within American borders. True, I could have stayed, fought forever in vain to change what cannot be changed and sacrificed that greatest gift of existence.
Perhaps I am selfish. Perhaps I have left Uncle Sam down and although I feel completely betrayed, I still asked myself "not what my country can do for [me] but what [I] can do for [my] country". I asked and Providence answered truthfully: "Nothing. Go out and create the Dream beyond here. Represent the best possible and fight by being the opposite of expectations".I am tired of complaints matched with complacency. I am tired of rhetoric and no action and no results. So I throw myself full-force into it where I can and I do not stop. I will be a juggernaut, if need be.
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