All worth it...

So here we go into more bipolar thoughts followed-up by the actions necessary to complete my thoughts. Like this city is amazing. Well let me lay a precursor for that statement, with a truth. Life's value can be measured as invaluable, when you and the people around you expect nothing other than God's best for your lives.

We've been here for four months and it's been one wicked-cool ride. All the frustration, joy, stress, excitement, Dierks Bentley, Toshie, wandering aimlessly, hookah bars, conversations about "love" "forever" and Australia, subway rides, bucket-heads, and whatever else this odyssey has/will brought me has been a time I will never forget. But only because I have two great men forcing me to become a better man myself.

I mean they have pushed me and grown me like no other. I love it yo. David Boaz told me if I lived in New York City alone I would get so depressed. Well he was right and wrong; I live here with two great friends, and well, I still got depressed. But the antithesis of it all is that when I did get depressed, they were around me to pick me up and strengthen me. They were my Barnabases and I hope to be as much a man that they have been for me.

God is good. He proves His love in the circumstance of three random Texas boys in three random lives coming together in New York City to prove to the world that their Heavenly Father's love is real (That statement makes sense, I swear).

What's going to suck, actually hurt, is when we have to separate from this dream and be stretched into new bigger dreams. The pain of the splitting of lives into more precise goals and desires is starting to be anticipated. I guess I can't focus on it to much, and just focus on the days ahead. The adventures to follow can't be overlooked by the changes in the far distant future. I mean come on, I live in New York city with two other Texas boys; I gotta keep bringin' that Southern love to a bitter New York air.

Be Relentless,
Peace
Remoy

Get 'em Daniel Davis, get 'em Davis...