Don't follow me I'm lost too

April 15, 2018


5 years and a few days ago I was landing for the very first time in Amsterdam with a luggage, 1-way ticket, a significative dream made out of the blue and this signboard. I don't have really clear the logic behind the choice of the paths, and I can say that the times I got lost were countless. However, I would never change my lack of orientation for a compass, because I've learned that life starts in the same moment you allow yourself to see more directions than the ones visible in front of you; when you allow yourself to don't walk in a ready path, but you start, messy, to carve your own one, out of the lines.

 

 

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