# 2. In my series.
I think back to the days I ran wild on the streets of so many states, thinking that if I moved, things would be different. I never realized ‘till I was in my 30’s that a change of a state or a new environment did nothing to me—or for me. I had to change my thoughts, beliefs, and my choices. I was only killing myself and my loved ones.
That brings me to what I’ve been thinking about lately—what I’ve been dwelling on as I travel this new journey of living on the outside and trying to get my broken, messed up life back in order.
What I’m getting at is this. If you are living with a loved one and refusing to follow their rules, you better get prepared to live a pretty hard life on the streets when they finally get fed up enough to ask—and insist—that you leave their house. You will find yourself in a cruel world out there; I’m sure some of you have tasted these experiences and know firsthand that I’m telling the truth. So, get with the program, dude (or dudette). If you can afford to pay your own bills and live independently on your own, then go and do it. But if you are dependent upon the goodwill and financial resources of loved ones to make it day-by-day, then I caution you to stop looking your gift horse in the mouth. What I mean is, stop bucking the system and be thankful for the opportunity you have to turn your life around. Be thankful for the roof over your head, the food on your plate, the running water to bathe in and drink, and most important, for the people in your life who care enough about you to keep giving you chances to change.
But the chances can run out.