Warrior Within

I have this fire within me, and if I don’t have a way to deal with it, an outlet, it will consume me with it’s flames. When I fight, I feel its energy, it’s heat, coursing through my veins, fueling me instead of burning me.

I have this fire within me, and if I don’t have a way to deal with it, an outlet, it will consume me within it’s flames. When I fight, I feel its energy, it’s heat, coursing through my veins, fueling me instead of burning me. I don’t know if this fire is anger, or pain, I don’t know. But I feel most like myself when I fight, in the heat of the moment where every movement and decision matters.

I’m usually the one kicking ass in tournaments, but even when I’m losing, even when I know I’ll be defeated, I helplessly smile. I go to have fun, but more importantly, to prove my strength and courage, and no matter what, I always know I tried my hardest. I fight till the end, all while making friends in these tournaments.

I can never sit still. I always have to be up and active. Even when I write these blog posts, I feel the urge to get up and move around every couple paragraphs. The energy is persistent, and the fire burns me when I stand still. Others can’t keep up with me, sometimes I’m to much, to active, and it sucks. I wish people felt what I felt, this drive, this energy that makes me want to accomplish everything in one day.

My closet is full of swords and weapons. My favorite one, my first sword, is from my last tournament when I got first place in sparring and second place in forms. It’s a longsword, and it’s sharp as hell. But I can’t use it. There’s no reason to in today’s world, and it sucks. No dragons. No ninjas. But at least I have it incase of a break in or robbery I suppose. Just Imagine the look on that burglars face when I whip out my medieval sword.

Martial arts is my passion. I know taekwondo and I’m practicing karate, kickboxing, and brazilian jiu jitsu. Well at least I was, I’m taking a few weeks off to save up for a car. One of my goals along with moving to New York is to learn Kungfu. I feel like it’s more fluid and circular motions/ movements would fit best with my body frame and fighting style. Another goal I have is to practice parkour. I want to incorporate flips and vaults into my fighting, to look cool in competitions and for real life situations to intimidate my opponents (and to be flashy with it).

The point is, find your passion, find where your fire leads you to, even if it’s to the trophy stands. I don’t know if everyone feels the fire that I do, but we all have a soul, and your soul will find it’s passion. You have a destiny waiting to be created. I’ll find mine eventually.

Journey of self discovery

I believe that we are all heroes of our own stories. I believe that we all have the potential to do good, and by doing good we have the potential to become great. By becoming great, we have the ability to become a hero, a true hero, one of a bigger story than our own.

Over the last year, I’ve changed a lot. I think anyone could say the same, with the state of the world after during and after the pandemic, civil unrest and political divide within the nation, natural disasters that burned countries and continents, etc. The thing is, I took a leap of faith. I left home, back to my birthplace and origin to discover myself. I’ve spent a year and thousands of miles away from my parents and everything I know to find my destiny and purpose.

“It is only in adventure that some people succeed in knowing themselves- in finding themselves”- Andre Gide

When I turned 18, I bought a one way plane ticket to Phoenix, Az to live with my aunt and cousins. I left to heal from my first love, but also to figure out what I was meant for. I left university less than a year prior because I wasn’t sure what I wanted in life. What I found when I arrived was amazing. Over the year I’ve been here, I’ve made so many friends, reconnected with family, seen so many amazing and inspiring things and places. Most of all, the sun here energizes me, and the clear blue skies coupled with the mountains and palm trees makes me feel like I’m in paradise. I found all of this as well as love. As much as I resisted, I fell in love again. She was amazing. She helped me forget the past pain. And then we kissed. When I told her how I felt the day before christmas, she left. It was the first time I ever fainted. I felt dead again. Ever since then, I’ve been alone, which has given me the time to think about things, to realize that even after betrayal, I can still care for my old lover but still let her go. It wasn’t my fault. It’s allowed me to heal from my father’s death, mostly, and realize that I don’t have to be him. His death was not my fault. The dreams and visions of death and destruction have almost faded. And my love is returning. We talk again, laugh, and even if it doesn’t work out I am giving myself a future to look towards, full of hope, inspiration, and maybe success if it works out the way I envision.

Here’s what I learned. It’s a bunch of bullshit, but in a good way I think. I was never meant for anything, nothing was ever pre-arranged for me, I had no purpose, only possibility. Over this last year or more, I’ve learned that we create who we are, what we are, and we decide how to get there. More importantly, we get to decide every aspect of our lives, who we spend it with, and what purpose WE give ourselves. I have a destiny in mind. Something I hope to become, something I know all of us have the potential to be. I want to be a hero, so I can help and inspire. I want to lead others out of the darkness that I felt and still feel sometimes.

I believe that we are all heroes of our own stories. I believe that we all have the potential to do good, and by doing good we have the potential to become great. By becoming great, we have the ability to become a hero, a true hero, one of a bigger story than our own.

There’s something bigger at play than our own lives. I don’t know if it’s something to do with God, or the universe, I mean I’m not very religious but possibilities, or maybe it’s something else. I don’t know. I have no idea what it is, but I feel something. It’s a feeling I’ve had my entire life, something I can’t shake, and I don’t think last year was it. It almost feels personal, and sometimes it feels like my dad really isn’t gone, but whatever it is, it feels like the world itself. It feels like more is coming.

City that never sleeps

“There is something in the New York air that makes sleep useless”- The internet.

One of my goals before I turn 21 is to move to a bigger city. Many cities have crossed my mind, such as San Francisco, Los Angeles, Chicago, etc. The one city that always seems to keep me hooked is New York, the city that never sleeps.

“There is something in the New York air that makes sleep useless”- The internet.

There are many reasons why I want to live in New York. For one, almost everyone says it lives up to the expectations that movies present. So many romance movies or action and adventure movies that take place within the city paint it as a world within itself, with towering skyscrapers full of glass and steel, shining in the golden sunlight. It’s also a very culturally diverse city which I love. There are so many different types of individuals, so many different languages spoken, so many different foods and music. A trip from Dumbo, Brooklyn to Chinatown is like travelling to China from, well, brooklyn. The biggest factor is the fact that it’s full of so much light and inspiration. It makes me want to get lost within the streets, able to explore every corner of the city. As someone who needs inspiration to find the right words for my thoughts, this city has that and much more.

While it will still be awhile before I move somewhere like New York (I plan on at least spending 2 years or more in college here in Phoenix), I’ve already looked into how much it would cost me. For example, one trip on the Subway is $2.75. While that may not seem like a lot to a tourist, If I was to take two trips or more a day for work or anything else, I’d be broke within a month. Luckly, there is a monthly metro pass worth $127 for unlimited rides, allowing me to save money if I travel more than twice a day.

The cheapest housing I could find with a roommate is around $700, but I assume those go by fast if you don’t contact them in time, so unless I can message fast enough, I should expect to pay anywhere between $1800 and $2500 for my own apartment, pretty cheap for this city.

On average, a New Yorker can expect to pay $471.34 on food per month. If I’m cheap and only get dollar foods such as street pizza for each meal, that’s $3 a day, and $3 times 30 is $90. Of course I will probably get sick of pizza all of the time, so I’ll double that and say $180.

I looked into sports and martial arts, but the cheapest fencing classes near brooklyn are $240 a month, with regular martial arts classes being a bit cheaper, but not necessary to live in the city. This will be for when I am comfortably living in the city.

None of this is professionally calculated, and this isn’t everything, but I have to live there eventually, so I just wanted to get some insight into how much I’ll be spending. I assume I won’t be able to get housing as cheap as $700, but it was the cheapest roommate situation I could find in a couple places.

I know I’ll make it there one day, no matter how long it takes or how broke I’ll be. I have to do it.

Chapter One: Superhuman Punching Bag

My face wasn’t completely numb, but it was getting there. Brent’s goons surrounded me as he socked me in the face again. I fell against the cool chain linked fence and red brick wall. Something else besides my face hurt . Was that my rib sticking out? No, it wasn’t, but it sure felt like that.

My face wasn’t completely numb, but it was getting there. Brent’s goons surrounded me as he socked me in the face again. I fell against the cool chain linked fence and red brick wall. Something else besides my face hurt . Was that my rib sticking out? No, it wasn’t, but it sure felt like that.

“Leave him alone, Brent! He didn’t do anything wrong!” Sophie exclaimed. 

Sophie is Brent’s girlfriend, or at least had been for the last month or so. Everyone says they’d be the perfect Prom Queen and King since Sophie is the leader of the cheerleading squad and Brent is the quarterback for our football team called the Warriors. He sure lived up to the strength of his title.

“Stay out of this, Sophie! This little shit has had it coming for a while!” Brent shouted back at her. 

Brent and I have never really got along. I mean, everywhere I turn, he’s right there, ready to pick on me. There was even that time in the school lunchroom, no explanation needed. Or wanted.

Brent kicked me a couple more times, hitting my head on the brick wall. He grabbed my hair, looking me in the eyes. I’ve never felt so defeated in my life, and I’ve been in some pretty nasty fights in the past.

“ What happens with my girl, stays between me and my girl, UNDERSTAND STICK?”.

I spat in his face, a little blood coming out. 

“Fuck off” I said. And that’s when I felt this jolt of energy. I lunged forward, hitting him in the face with my fist.

I was now leaning against the fence, trying to stay up. His friends made moves towards me, but Brent halted them as he lightly laughed  like a mad man. He looked up at me, wiping the blood from the mark I left on his cheek. 

“Do you realize that Prom is next week?! I gonna have to wear a bandaid now!” Brent shouted at me, half laughing, half serious. 

“ You were never that good looking to begin with, besides, what goes around comes around. You don’t deserve Sophie”. I struggled to say that sentence. I was weak. 

Brent rushed forward, but all of a sudden, someone shouted down the parking lot. “HEY!!” 

Brent slipped at the sudden voice. I’d never been so glad to see Mark, but also never so afraid. Mark was smaller than me, he could easily lose a couple teeth with one swing. Then his manager stepped out. 

“Hey! Get the fighting off my property! Mark, take out the trash, I’m not going to ask again!… AND I mean it. ALL of you, before I call the cops!” 

The manager, who had a scruffy beard and “Billy’s Burgers” hat on, pointed at the football players. They all looked at me, then took off into the darkness towards their cars. They couldn’t risk their scholarships for a simple bully session.

 “Hey kid, you alright?” The manager asked as I tried walking towards the diner. 

“Yea, I’ll be fine.” I said. “Is Mark almost done with his shift?”

 “Yea, he’s done as soon as he’s finished with this trash. I got the food for you guys, but I want you to help him finish up closing again; and don’t mind those Jocks. They’re bad news.”

Billy always cheered me up with his tough yet caring demeanor. Doesn’t mean I want sympathy though. 

“ Yea, well, I started it. Or rather Brent did. It’s complicated, but don’t worry, I can take it”.

Mark and I spent a couple of minutes taking out trash and scrubbing counters. It wasn’t all bad, the work, but we managed to get it done by around 2:30 P.M.

“ You sure you’re alright, Daniel? You just took a hell of beating and now you’re scrubbing counters with no effort… you’re a superhuman man.”

 It actually still hurt really bad, but I didn’t want to admit it. I definitely felt better though, I mean I’ve always had this low pain tolerance. That’s great, but most of it is due to me not whining about a scraped knee. 

“ Yes, I promise man, I’m good.” I replied. 

“What was that even about?” Mark persisted 

“ Sophie, Brent was making her uncomfortable again, but now I just let them go. You know… look it doesn’t matter, we’re almost done.” 

I didn’t want to think of Sophie anymore, I just wanted to see Mr. Boyega at this point.

We quickly finished our job and earned our reward. A brown bag full of delicious food that was going to be thrown out at the end of the day anyway.

Mark and I started making our way down towards my Manhattan apartment. We weren’t too far away, just about one and a half city blocks down, but we always preferred to walk instead of taking the sub. The city is a beautiful thing when you actually stop and take a breath. Plus there are some pretty cool people to talk to along the way, like Mr. Boyega.

“ Hey Mr. Boyega, what’s up!?” Mark exclaimed when he saw the man of the hour.

“Nothin’ much here, whatcha got for me today boys?” Mr. Boyega asked with his signature raspy voice and smile. 

Mr Boyega is awesome. He’s the kind of person you could talk to all day and he would just sit there listening, actually caring, and his stories are so interesting that he could own a whole library based on himself. That’s kind of hard to find in a city like this, at least the listening part. There are some pretty interesting people here, but most of it is the crazy type of interesting. He is genuine and pure. I wish I could be the kind of person Mr. Boyega is.

“We got a lot, I think there’s two hamburgers and some french fries among the bundle here” I said smiling back. 

Mark handed him the food and Mr. Boyega opened it quickly, almost as if he hadn’t eaten in days. He unwrapped the burger, spilling melted cheese onto his long grey beard. It would be sort of nasty in any other circumstance, but this was the man, Mr. Boyega.

“This is great, you kids never let me down. I wantcha to have a great weekend, you deserve it.” 

“Alright, thanks man, we’ll see you again soon. Hopefully you got another one of those war stories of yours I always love to hear” I replied. 

We started walking away, but Mr. Boyega gently grabbed my wrist. 

“Daniel, you’re great kids. You have a future. Whatever you do, make sure you make the right decision when it comes time” he said, looking straight into my soul. 

I didn’t know exactly how to reply to that, so I barely muttered “Al…Alright, yea, thanks. I’ll make sure”. 

“Don’t worry, I got him sir” Mark said to him jokingly. 

We continued our walk to my apartment.

We arrived at my front door. My building wasn’t anything special. I didn’t live in a nice town house or luxury condo. We lived in a simple beige brick building. I twisted the door knob, expecting to walk right through with a simple push, but the door remained still. 

“It’s locked” Mark the detective said. 

“Yea no shit” I replied, sounding pretty sarcastic. “My mom’s usually back by now, she must be running late” I continued.

 “Alright, well what do we do?” Mark asked. 

“Let’s head up to the roof, just chill for a bit I guess”.

We climbed up the fire escape on the side of the building, making our way to the top of the building. It was a bit chilly up there but not too bad. The view from up there always makes it worth it. It honestly makes anything worth it, even the fight I got into today.

From up there we could see down the long, wide lane of backed up traffic. The city is always louder on the ground. While you can hear the honks of the cars and wails of police sirens down below, there is a mix of peacefulness coming from within the clouds above. It’s a perfect blend of chaos and zen. It’s a place I like to go to clear my head.

I sat on the ledge, letting my feet dangle over the side of the building, while Mark checked his phone. 

“So, are you going to tell me what happened between you and Brent? Like the actual story?” 

Mark has been my best friend ever since the seventh grade. We’re currently Juniors in highschool, but that’s soon to change after these next few weeks. Even after all this time, I still tell Mark everything. He’s been there through everything with me, he was even there for me as I struggled with the loss of my missing father. Mark is the kind of person who will always side with you no matter what.

“Yea. I showed up to take the food to Mr. Boyega with you like usual, but Brent was there with Sophie in the parking lot, and she was uncomfortable. And it didn’t matter what she said, he kept trying to kiss her. And… when he was rejected, he let his friends all over her. So I ran in and got the dog shit kicked out of me. And she’s still out there with them. I could have stopped it, Mark, but now she’s with them. I could have stopped it”.

“It was just a kiss man, you could have got hurt. Like more hurt than you are now, I guess” he awkwardly said. 

“It wasn’t just a kiss though. He was all over her”. I had to change the topic. “Mom should be home by now, I’m gonna call her” I said. 

I pulled my phone out, letting my phone ring as I awaited her response. What I instead got shocked me, sending my adrenaline into overdrive. It wasn’t her. It was a man I’ve never heard before. And he knew my name.

“Daniel, it’s time we met”.


Note- This is the first draft of the first chapter of my new book “The Destined Hero”. The name may change, but I am having so much fun writing it. Hopefully with each chapter I should be posting an update up until I’m finished, which by then I’ll delete all of it to try to get it published, so enjoy it while it’s here 🙂 The reason I’m writing this book is to have something to base a graphic novel off of, so by the end of this I’ll have one novel and one graphic novel. Let me know what you think and any improvements I can make, this is nowhere near the final version, just a first draft.

Remnants

“I have these memories, remnants, that float around my broken space island”

I feel like I’m floating on a broken island deep in outer space. I feel like this pit of darkness is my throne, and no one is here to sit with me. If I’m going to say it, I want to say it without expressions or illusions. I’m sad. I’m abandoned, and there’s people that care about me, but so many people are gone. The pain fades and reemerges, and I wish I didn’t have to take medicine to numb it but it’s pain. Sharp stabs in the stomach, and a cord wrapped around my neck, I can’t breath. Tears won’t fall because there’s no more. It’s all inside, and no one can see it. I can’t see it. Not even a mirror can because I smile back at my reflection, saying everything will be ok. And it will. But at what cost. What am I without people. Do I push them away, or do they push others away because they can’t handle pain. I have these memories, remnants, that float around my broken space island, and I love these memories so much that I smile, and that smile makes me cry, something I can’t do any longer without these memories. I just want to cry. I need these memories to stay, I can’t push them away or else I have no escape.

Jesus, I sound like an emo. This blog is meant to inspire, not spread pain. But I’m happy I wrote that, I was able to cry.

Either way, I don’t know why I feel like this sometimes. So many things, good things, are happening. My life is great, I love my life. I guess Bipolar does make sense, but it’s almost exhausting going back and forth from black to white. I’ll be fine later probably.

Bit of inspiration- Do the that thing you’ve always wanted to do. Deep down, no matter what anyone tells you, you need to do it. If you want to be a hero, be one. I don’t know what I need to do, but I feel it deep down. There’s something there, and I have to do it.

Note– The drawing had a bit of reference work from a picture on google, with most of it being my own creative liberties. The reference I got was just for the pose, but I can’t find the picture on google anymore. Just wanted to note this.

Challenge of Change

I keep getting this feeling that something is coming, as if things are about to change. I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing, but I’ve already noticed some changes taking place. It seems like I was right. No matter what some people think, I’m not what they think I am.

It turns out that I’ve been dealing with bipolar. And that makes sense, my mom has it severely, my dad… I’m pretty sure he was severely depressed, something I’ve also been dealing with. Look, the truth is I’ve got a lot of things from my parents, but I was never autistic. As much as I love my mom, there’s no convincing her of that. Just recently, I’ve had my therapist confirm that I’m not, and take into account that she’s had a masters in psychology and counseling for over 17 years now. I’ve had oracles and psychics tell me the same thing. School counselors and teachers have expressed the same thoughts I have. I’m not what my mom says I am.

This isn’t about me hating autistic people, or people on the spectrum, it’s nothing like that. In fact, I believe people who have autism or ASD are gifted in many areas, and they make for extraordinary people. But have you ever had a gut feeling about something, as if you knew something without needing the facts or evidence? For me, that’s dialed to 11 in this situation, because I have the facts and confirmations along with my own intuition. And I know I’m different from other people in a lot of ways, but until recently I didn’t know why. That’s where the Bipolar.

I have Bipolar type two, which is the more mild version. Basically you go from having manic episodes, where for days you are extremely happy, productive, creative (You basically love life so much that you can’t sleep for days, literally can’t), to hating everything so much, and I mean so much that you just sit there, not thinking or looking at anything in particular, and you can almost feel what it’s like to die over and over inside.. And it’s uncontrollable, you don’t want to feel terrible, but the thoughts just race so fast, and the feelings that accompany them are so overwhelming. It immobilizes you. That’s when I experience the anxiety and depression. I’ve always looked at bipolar as some crazy thing, as if people with it are lunatics, I mean that’s how it’s portrayed in hollywood, right? No, after learning that I have it, and that the symptoms are now starting to really show, I know what it’s like. Honestly, it feels crazy that I could have it, but it’s a better explanation than autism.

To be honest, I don’t experience the bad symptoms of bipolar to much, but when I do, it’s heavy. But I feel like there’s something more than my mental health that’s changing. Everyone keeps telling me that things are about to change. I don’t know what that means, but whatever it is, that psychic lady must of seen it.

I visited a psychic before I came back to Phoenix from a month long vacation. For half the appointment with her, things were going great. She was friendly, and her cat loved me. But when it got to the questions part, she changed completely. I had to ask about my father. I didn’t get to know him a whole lot, but he died when I was seven. He was a satanist, which isn’t bad, he wasn’t in a cult or anything as far as I know. He just believed in the fact that anyone should be able to do whatever they want as long as it doesn’t hurt or effect others. So maybe that’s why he drank, or passed away from a drug overdose. Because he thought it wouldn’t hurt others to abuse himself, to hate the world so much that he left everyone including me behind to face the shit happening today. He was a satanist and was angry, and he wanted to name me Damian Thomas Cusick, six letters per name for 666. It’s funny as hell because I was born under a cross surrounded by nun nurses, at a christian hospital here in Maricopa county, Phoenix. My mom was into witchcraft which makes me feel even more guilty about my whole birth situation. He wasn’t even here for me, but that’s not his fault, I was just born states and states away from him and my mom didn’t want me around him because of the drugs and alcohol.

I got off track. The psychic wouldn’t answer my questions very well about the whole situation. She changed when I even mentioned it, and she started muttering some weird shit about a prophecy which started freaking me out a bit. She told me the world is on fire and that it will only get worse. Even when I’m calm, all I feel is a flame inside my chest just ready to escape. And my mom says I’m an angry person. I mean I try not to be, I don’t want to be my father, but what if I am angry? And what if one day I can’t hold it back any longer, and I let that flame out, burning the world further than it’s already been burned? Why do I feel fire? There’s nothing there except ashes of the past that don’t matter. I’ve already dealt with it. I’m changing, I’m becoming more responsible. I should except the fact that I’ll be average, with a house, a wife, kids, and I should be happy with that. I should be happy.

Solgaard Lifepack- one week review

As an avid traveler and adventurer, it’s safe to say that bringing along a few essential items for the trip is pretty important.

As an avid traveler and adventurer, it’s safe to say that bringing along a few essential items for the trip is pretty important. I’ve had lots of backpacks over the years just like anyone else, but none have come close to the amazing design of Solgaard’s Lifepack.

Before we get into my personal opinion of the backpack after having used it for just over a week, I want to break down what makes this bag so special and unique.

The main feature of this backpack is the Solarbank. It uses solar power and UV rays to charge any and all devices you choose to bring on your adventure. From phones to camera, even laptops, your equipment will never die while your out creating content. Not only does the Solarbank work extremely well during a clear day, but it also charges when it’s cloudy out, just out a slower pace. One hour of sunlight for the Solarbank means 25% charge for your smartphone. When you’re nowhere near an outlet or civilization, that’s pretty useful.

The Lifepack also features two different compartments to separate your work equipment from your personal items. You can keep your electronics in one compartment (utilizing the plush drop-proof laptop sleeve for your laptop) and your clothes in the other. There are plenty of pockets, pouches, and zippers to separate everything, including cables, lenses, sunglasses, etc. It helps maintain a clean environment within the bag.

The Lifepack, as well as all other items featured and produced from Solgard, are made from Shore-Tex, using upcycled ocean plastic. Every purchase from Solgaard removes 5lb’s of plastic from the ocean, helping the environment.

The bag also features a anti-theft locking cable, as well as four secret compartment. This helps ensure that nobody steals your valuables while your bag is unattended. If you want your bag to charge while you enter a building or store, secure the cable to the zippers and lock it to a nearby pole.

Alright, now that we got the main features out of the way, let’s talk about my honest opinions on the bag.

It’s amazing.

The Solarbank charger has already proven itself very useful. I recently just went on a very long road trip, and the charger helped ensure that my devices never died. Not only did my devices remain charged for the entire trip, but the Solarbank never fully lost power, since it was constantly charging from the sun right outside the car window. Even if the bag didn’t have any of the other cool features that it does, this solar powered charger already makes it worth the money.

I mentioned that the bag has two separate compartments, one for work and one for play. That’s true, and it’s not let me down. Instead of having to fumble through my backpack, trying to figure out where my camera is within all of my clothing, I know where each individual item is. My sunglasses have a specific spot, so do my normal glasses. There are different sized pouches which is perfect for different items. I use the smaller pouch for my airpods case, the larger one for my camera and tripod, and the laptop sleeve for none other than my Macbook Air. This bag has it down for organization.

Regarding the fact that my purchase helped remove 5lb’s of plastic from the ocean, I am very happy. I’m finally able to sleep at night knowing that the sea turtles are swimming peacefully. No, for real, I am surprised with how well the bag feels. When I first heard that the bag was made from upcycled plastic, I had no idea what to expect with the texture. My worst fear was that it would be some kind of thin material that would rip easily. It’s completely the opposite. The bag feels amazing. There’s not really a way to put it into words, it’s just very satisfying to feel if that makes sense. The bag on its ow is also pretty lightweight, but also very sturdy. It feels like it would take a lot to tear a thread. There is cushioning on the two back secret compartments right where your lower back/ hip region would be, so no matter what you have in your bag, it will always sit comfortably on your back.

In terms of the anti-theft lock, I’ve messed around with it a bit, but I haven’t had to use it just yet. Not that I’m not happy with it, I think it’s something essential for this type of backpack and I know I’ll be using it as time goes on, but I typically just bring my bag indoors with me. The lock uses a three digit code that you can set to your choice. When I go to Spain next year, I know I’ll be using the anti-theft lock a lot, as I’ll be over seas and everything I have for that trip would be in there.

Something I forgot to mention is that the Lifepack also features a water proff bottom, meaning none of your clothing or electronics will get damaged when you set it down. Whether it’s raining or you literally just spilt a water bottle, it’s got you covered. That became pretty useful for me on my recent road trip, as it rained a lot during it. I placed my bag down o the ground temporarily, forgetting the ground was still wet from the rain, but luckily it was completely safe. The bottom also allows for the bag to stand completely upright without falling over. I’ve already personally noticed this, as I literally left it in the middle of my hotel room floor and it never fell over, not even once.

It’s hard to come up with complaints with something that I absolutely love, but if there was one thing I wish could of been included with this bag, it would be a wider range of colors to choose from. Solgaard offers this bag in charcoal, atlantic blue, baltic black, granada green camo, and granada green. My favorite color is red, so I was a little disappointed to learn that there was no option for that color. That is only a minor thing though, as I am very happy with the color I chose. I decided to go with atlantic blue, and admittedly at first I was iffy with it when I first received it, but that was only because of the lighting in the room. When I was able to fully see it in better lighting, especially outdoors, the blue became so much more apparent, just like the photos.

Overall, I give this bag a 10/10. What else could I give it, it is literally the perfect bag for an adventurer/ content creator, and I highly recommend it for those who love who travel or those who simply want an awesome backpack. To purchase a Lifepack backpack, visit solgaard.com or visit their instagram account to learn more.