From time to time, I wonder whether I will ever find my place in life, since time goes by and it seems that I am unable of getting to know the place and the people I belong to. I have been involved in this quest for a long time and I often wonder if it will ever have any positive result. I have known so many people, I have been in so many places that sometimes I feel my place is everywhere and nowhere at the same time. I feel like walking through a road, with some intersections, but a road where I walk most of the time alone (for further references, check lyrics of Boulevard of broken dreams, by Green Day).
People around me and of my same age seem to find sooner or later their place in the world. However, everytime I think I have found it, something happens and I lose everything and I must start from the beginning again: it happened when I worked in London for a summer, when I tried to move to Norway, when I met a magnet,...Needless to say, I have also made some mistakes by taking the wrong path, thinking at that moment it was the best decision. Time has proven to me that I was wrong. Therefore, I have missed amazing adventures, I have devoted my efforts to battles which were beforehand lost and I might have hurt people I really care.
In the end, what's life but a succession of choices?
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