Always make new mistakes. Esther Dyson
A couple of weeks ago a girl asked me “Do you know what you want to do when you grow up?”
No, I told her. I really don’t know.
Some time ago, we’re talking years, I had the feeling of seeing myself as other could see me. I didn’t like what I saw. I won’t say I was an horrible person, but a pretty withering one.
Then you slowly change, for good or bad, you grow up or you grow old… Anyway lately I had again the feeling of seeing myself from the outside, I didn’t recognize myself (such a pity). If you write me down I’m this close to have superpowers, with this blog I had people thinking I always have a good motto for every time.
I don’t know what I want to do when I grow up, I have this blog because I need to, because I need a slow and constant project, that helps me to keep in touch with the bright side. I’m not “a natural” at that… at all (and here posts to come may begin).
My generation takes advantage of blogs to finally have some free place to write and the chance to be read.
After all this… I don’t know what I want to do when I grow up, I don’t know who I want to be when I grow up, I don’t know… maybe also because I felt already old.