The Norway Struggle | Darwinism

I’m going to keep this short, simple and brief.

I cannot give up.

Last night, I found out that Jim only has $4000 dollars left to his name. He’s been retired since 2000. He retired to take care of his daughter full-time, since his ex-wife basically was not around, and frankly…just doesn’t give a shit.

As you guys know, Jim’s father passed away early last year. Before his dad died, his mother changed Raul’s will so that she received 100% of his estate, money, and all the other shit. It was originally 50/50.

I found out last night that he’s just flat out fucking depleted. Guys, I’m so pissed. Why? Because he’s been paying his daughters college tuition, her apartment in Orlando, her food, clothing, and everything else. Not to mention, he’s been flying to and from Mexico to help his mother. If I had known that he was starting to struggle—I would have lost my shit and told him not to go.

Last night, he told me that he can’t afford to pitch in to the Norway trip and to go alone.

I can’t.

I won’t.

And I refuse to go anywhere without him by my side.

My dreams are his dreams, and I haven’t come this far to split away from the one person who made me realize it’s okay to be weird.

So, here we are.

I’ll starve, I’ll sell drugs, I’ll sell my blood—I’ll do whatever it takes to get to Norway, because this is not just my dream, but a dream of having a fruitful career along with the one man l love more than life itself. Maybe I’m stupid; maybe I should just quit and take it as a loss. I just can’t, y’all.

Our future monetarily is uncertain, and methinks that Jim is going to go to war with his mother about his fathers will. However, before this time, I’ll make damn sure that I get us both there.

I said I would do anything to follow my dreams outside of compromising my relationship, health, and family, and I’ll do anything to make this fucking dream a reality. Nothing in life worth having is easy.

Dreams are one of them.