Ian Dawe – My Toronto – Chapter 25

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For eight and a half months I allowed this city determine the way in which I lived my life.

It was easier for me to be a victim of circumstance than a citizen of Toronto. By embracing the notion that I was a merely the ‘product’ of an alien environment and not an active player in my own destiny I had denied myself from myself. I equated my solitude to the lack of compassion I saw in the city, yet failed to acknowledge the fact that I had internalized a number of these traits myself.

The thorn in my side had become a terrible cancer… I was lost.

I now accept the fact that regardless of my surroundings, I am responsible for my own happiness or suffering. The choices I make along this path I forge are mine, and mine alone.

Just as iron shapes iron, negativity breeds negativity. No longer will I focus on the negative aspects of this city and internalize them. I will use the unfavourable attitudes of others to guide myself in the right direction.

I have found serenity in the men and women who practice tai-chi in Grange Park, anonymity in the crowded streets of Kensington market, comfort in the sushi bars on Baldwin Street, and focus in the gyms I frequent.

Here are a few pictures of the Toronto I have grown attached to.

The futon, my home/office.

The futon, my home/office.

BALDWIN STREET.

BALDWIN STREET.

Arctic Rolls and Tempura Avacado Hand Roll.

Arctic Rolls and Tempura Avacado Hand Roll.

All you can eat deliciousness.

All you can eat deliciousness.

Reserved for cheat days only - banana tempura with vanilla ice cream.

Reserved for cheat days only - banana tempura with vanilla ice cream.

The gym.

The gym.

Heading home from the gym.

Heading home from the gym.

Miniature golf, 82 style.

Miniature golf, 82 style.

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