Barcelona the mighty…

The more I walk around this city the more I realize that it frankly just kicks every other city’s ass.

Sure, there are your typical negatives that come with any city, like air quality,  less green space, and noise, but Barcelona more than makes up for it with its vast other qualities.

The most important of which is weather.

Barcelona doesn’t get snow. For me, that’s enough of a factor to put Barcelona ahead of nearly every North American city. Because it doesn’t matter if your city is giving out free blowjobs and cunnilingus as part of a weekly community service program; because that doesn’t excuse the fact that going for a walk in the winter can be considered an act of courage.

Consistent good weather is such an underappreciated boost to everyday happiness, that now the thoughts of experiencing another Canadian winter puts me into a emotional state, that is kin to a 4 year old revolting in a grocery store aisle.

Next is convenience…

There are so many little bakeries, coffee shops, pharmacies, grocery stores, and restaurants that are within 7 steps of every apartment building in the city that regardless of whatever you need throughout the day, its waiting for you to just come and get it.  And remember, you’ll never need boots, a touque (look it up if you’re not canadian), gloves, and 3 layers of shirts before you leave the house.

Next is transportation….

This is pretty simple. Having to own a car and drive everywhere is a burden and waste of money.  With the eurorail system throughout the continent, and a city of cheap taxi rates, an amazing and cheap metro/public transport system, next to free bicycle rentals….

Driving is almost completely unnecessary. And if it is necessary, the city is so manageably sized that owning a scooter is a very viable and efficient option.  Plus is 1/10th the cost and upkeep of a car.    Calculate how much you spend on your car(s) every year (including purchase price, gas, maintenance, insurance, renewal, etc) and then think about how different your life would be if you had all that money in your bank account instead.

Next up… FOOD.

Fresh produce. Fresh coffee that is well made. Restaurants that span the flavour spectrum from italian and tapas, to middle-eastern and Asian fusion.  If you want to eat something specific tonight, Barcelona has it.

Now if those reasons weren’t good enough, here is the clincher.

THE BEACHES.

Barcelona is home to some amazing beaches.  Sure, they aren’t as perfect as Hawaii or Thailand, but there are nearly a dozen beach spots between Barcelona and Costa Brava, which is an hour away. And then Costa Brava has some truly incredible beaches.

So the quality of most of the beaches aren’t the true selling features of Barca, but when you juxtapose this element of decent to good beaches along with the city itself… its a homerun.

I am not even going to dive into the fact that Barcelona basically has a parade or some amazing event every other week and its lounges and nightlife are so much fun, no matter if you just want to go out for a nice drink and some jazz, or light up the town with the younger, dancier (its a word now) citizens.

I could go on, but maybe you should just come and experience it for yourself.

Barcelona is the kind of city, that every other city wishes it could be…. yet never stands a chance.

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Uncertainty is the only thing we can count on.

Life is quite the ride.

And it couldn’t have been said better than by the Count himself.

“Life is a storm, my young friend. You will bask in the sunlight one moment, be shattered on the rocks the next-what makes you a man is what you do when that storm comes. You must look into that storm and shout as you did in Rome, “do your worst!”, for I will do mine.”
-The Count of Monte Cristo

This is part of what I think of when I think of certainty/security. As I believe I’ve mentioned before, the brain craves certainty.  Always wanting to know what is coming next, this must be evolutionary.  The need to know where our next meal is coming from, the safety of our family and friends is assured, and the location of adequate shelter.  As always, its about survival.

The human race hasn’t really evolved much past its caveman days, aside from the ability to not die from small pox and sporadically create above average television, but now in western civilization we simply look to different things to guarantee our sense of illusory certainty.

But the way I see it, the eccentric that I am, that the only certainty there is in life is uncertainty. There’s nothing we can depend on in this life, especially in this specific time in history.

Governments are unstable and corrupt, relationships are fragile, our health seems like a guessing game, and the afterlife…well, I guess that depends on which cult you belong to.

Life IS a ride.

And the most thrilling rides are those in which you’re not sure what’s coming next.

Why do you think people that have gone Skydiving tell you it was the most exhilarating rush of their lives?

Or why do people get unparalleled clarity and perspective from a near death experience?

Because the rest of our lives is spent living in a bubble we’ve formed around ourselves, sheathed in the lie that we know what’s going to happen tomorrow.  We convince ourselves that today and tomorrow is a certainty and slip into a deep coma of bordeom and complacency, pretending for the rest of our lives that we know what’s ocming.

But we don’t…. and while the conscious mind tries to hide, our brain knows what’s up.

So it goes looking for novelty, a way to feel alive.

This is where activities as unimaginative as watching a horror movie, sports fanaticism, or gambling become acceptable substitutes for life itself.

Why do you think people typically find so much joy in the early years of parenthood?

I hear this a lot (and I am sure you have too) from new parents:

“Oh, its incredible, everyday is something new.”

Of course it is.

I’m starting to think that vitality and happiness awaits us in embracing the uncertainty of life. Because maybe, if we can all find a way to accept life’s unfortunate randomness and illogical circumstances…

We can let go of the rest of the inate fears that seem to control and dictate the rest of the human experience.

The best we can do is look daringly into life as we say,

“Do your worst, for I will surely do mine.”

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Normalcy in an Abnormal Life

The hardest part about living a life different from the majority of the 9-5 population in redefining for myself what  “normal” is.

Everyday can’t be different. Everyday can’t be an adventure.  That’s not abnormal or extraordinary…that’s anarchy. And anarchy has no roots, it has no foundation, its just simply day after day of chaos and mess.  This is just yet another lesson I am learning on my road to, hopefully, an extraordinary life of traveling and fortunes.

Everyday I try to be protective here in Barcelona, but with a beautiful girlfriend bouncing around our apartment in short shorts, a bakery with delicious foods across the street,  the most beautifully sunny days on our back patio, and a beach 20 minutes away, its difficult to focus my energies solely on capitalism and output.  But I am learning.

I am learning, firstly, to live within the anarchy.  And now slowly I am shaping it to maneuvre within it and function on a daily basis that includes 1 part office rat, 1 part hedonistic, and 1 part poet.

Production.

Rapture.

Realistic awareness of my incredible lucky and life span.

The great trifecta and goal for the rest of my life (at least as stated for today), because without all 3 pieces it starts to slip away.

Without production I slip into the mode of struggling hippy artist, spending my days working in a record shop and my nights getting high and pondering what I would name a cross between a Peacock and a Wild Boar.

Without rapture I become a workaholic obsessed with an endless supply of money and toys, taking pleasure only in the acquisition of more toys and more monetary success, fearful for the end of my success and pushing into a future filled with nothing by further fear.

Without realistic awareness I risk losing my sense of time. The moment.  We often take for granted how long and how short our lives are, and how meaningless most problems or stresses truly are.    So if I can keep hold of these 3 virtues, that I basically just made up (not unlike catholicism making up their “holy trinity”),  hopefully I keep living the dream.

Because goddamn it…. right now… life is amazing.

Who wouldn’t want to turn this abnormality into a perpetual existence?

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