Life is an adventure. I have spent my entire life trying to seek answers and discover new things about myself and the people around me. I will probably do that for the rest of my life and you know what, it’s incredible.
Making each challenge into a quest and walking on a path that never ends is truely an adventure and a blessing. When I was a kid, I used to make my grandparents tell me the stories of their youth and their families. It was hard to make them talk about it, but the beauty was that when they started they could not be stopped easily. Every story they told me changed my vision about the world and in time some of them became my best friends who stood by my side when facing the cruelty of the world. But my grandparents stories and the stories of my family were not enough for my hungry soul and soon I started wondering about everyone else’s story and background. I learnt about feelings I never knew existed and every time, even when reality didn’t allow it, I transformed them into a happy ending. They all became my characters and each of them had a unique trade, a trade I had to explore and understand.
While walking the path of other people’s stories, I have created my own, forged with their wisdom, spoken through their words. That was to be a real adventure, my own. It is a known fact that I am a sucker for a good story, but my own story is somehow different than any other good story. Living it, facing it, hating it and loving it is a completely different quest, one of which I will never get tired, one that will constantly shape my soul and mind. This is a journey to remember and while gathering everyone else’s story into a box and packing their stories into beautiful words, I will still have my own path to walk on, a path that will probably lead me towards the most beautiful unknown.