The biography of mine

"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

I am forever growing, yet I feel I've grown only an inch.

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...