I got PPR but Im still lurking here. Ill tell you why. The chance to move to this country and change the futures of ones family is unprecedented. Well, it has precedent if you think of equivalent countries, but most of those other established institutional democracies are out of the reach of most of us unless we do a similar process with them. So, for the majority of us, all future life for ourselves and our progeny is zoomed in and focused on these singular moments, these existential singularities with Canada, when, based on the mood of an IRCC agent, our futures, those dreams and ivory pillars in the sky, are subjected to the whim of the investigator... And then the questions: Really? Seriously? Why? When? How? Sh*t? F$%k? Will I get through? Please let me get through? What if I dont get through? What next? Better get through or God knows what Ill do? If only I can get through? ... And then the profound realization that hits us all at some point during this wait, oh shit, I care more about this than my evaluator ever will, and I must live with the consequence of knowing that. I matter less, they matter more, even if there's a chance in future that that disparity will be reversed, but for now, I'm a price-taker, not a price-giver. I'm the one in the relationship with a 10 who is a 6. I'm sloppy seconds. For now. Until I go to the gym and get a sixpack...
Good luck guys. When you get it, you'll reverse the imbalance. You'll look in the mirror and say, Yes! They put me down but I knew my worth. And then embrace the new chances, no grudges, walk into that society remembering why you did it - for you, for your descendants, for opportunity and fortune; and with resilience, grit, heart, courage, and irreversible momentum...
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And now I think I'll move on. Good luck to ya'll and I wish you the best. Catch you on the flip.
Peace.
Roger.
Over.
And out.
*Mic Drop*