Recently I suffered a small injury that initially seemed harmless enough however things escalated quickly at a point where, for a brief moment in time, I thought that my life was in danger. Since the injury confined me to my bed for a month I had a lot of time to think about life in general, and what I wanted to do from now on in particular. Nothing motivates you like the prospect of dying…

“Life and time are the same thing. If you’re wasting your time you’re wasting your life.”

This unfortunate episode helped me accept that most likely I am exactly who the fuck I am going to be for the rest of my life and that is not a bad thing! I will soon be 36 years old and the time to “find myself” has passed, and if there is something that I don’t like about me…