Nice To Meet You
My name changes depending on who I’m with. If I’m with people who knew me as a child, then you know me as Correy. If you met me after I left Killeen, you know me as Chris. If you met me in Colorado, you know me as Hydro. I’ve been given many nicknames including but not limited to Austin, Coco, and El Gringo Loco. But you probably know me in my most recent form, DaVanci.
If you’re here, it’s because you scanned a code I stuck somewhere. I’m glad you’re here. This has been a long time in the making. I should have done this over a decade ago, although I wasn’t capable of doing something like this until five years ago. So at the very least, I’ve been dragging my feet for around five seven years (I wrote this in 2022).
I’m being hard on myself, I knew I had to gain life experience. After living an abundantly rich life in my 20s whilst capturing very little of it, save the apparatus of cognitive memory, during an age in human history when capturing life events became the most accessible it’s ever been, I see my 40s on the horizon and feel the pressure to capture the moments my family and I lived, and continue to live through before they’re lost in the sands of time. This sense of urgency comes from a lifetime of habitually working under pressure. The pressure is mounting because of external circumstances outside of my control, at least it seems like it’s outside of my control, maybe that’s a limiting belief. Maybe this blog will prove that regulating the mounting pressure is actually within my control. This is most likely wishful thinking, there is a very real deadline approaching that will make this means of communication limited for me.
Anyways, I prefer to live life on the road because it forces me to live and work under pressure. I’m constantly challenged to find balance amongst the chaos of this world. It’s where I feel the most comfortable because I’m reassured that I’m not falling into a trap. The world doesn’t make it easy for such a lifestyle and will do everything in its power to hypnotize us into conforming to its offer of comfort and maximum security. With thousands of blatant offers being violently forced upon us on a daily basis, you have to wonder, at what point does that blanket smother the life from our collective breath?
How does anyone get to such a place that finds an aversion to the American Dream? I’ve arrived here because I’ve been tracking the source of those who are tucking us in to this deep digital sleep we’re all being subjected to. This space will chronicle the long and winding road that has led me here and will also illustrate the reality I currently live in.
Welcome to my weird world, you will undoubtedly find it as mysterious as I do.