"If, after I die, they should want to write my biography,
There's nothing simpler.
I've just two dates - of my birth, and of my death.
In between the one thing and the other all the days are mine."
- by Fernando Pessoa
If I write down my life on a piece of paper, we wouldn't come very far as there is a vast of stories to be told. But why do I still feel like my paper is empty?
Some would indicate that it must be because I haven't met the milestones that one should have at my age, others would tell me that it's my great curiosity for wanting to know more. And I would say it's probably my fear of getting old.
Which ever it is, I do desire to fill that blank paper one day with scribbles and doodles...
