Thoughts on life

When I was about 19 years old, I wrote a weekly article for the website of a radio station about, well, about pretty much anything that kept me busy. I was young, ignorant, arrogant perhaps, and I though I had figured out the world. I remembered one particular article I wrote about problems in life and in particular about putting them in perspective.

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I feel that I’ve been raised well. I wash my hands after I go to the bathroom, I greet people when I leave and when I arrive and if someone has trouble getting their stroller out of or in the bus, I help them. I don’t think that’s special. Well, unfortunately it is, but I don’t think it should be. I’d like it if everyone in the world would do the same, but I know that’s not how it works. And I accept that. What I won’t accept however, is that you don’t say bless you when I sneeze.

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I have had a great childhood, but puberty wasn’t easy. Not because I became rebellious, but simply because I started to understand what life meant. I realized that I would learn to love people, and then I would learn to lose people. It was  truth I refused to accept. I wanted to, but I couldn’t. How can you ever enjoy your life, how can you ever enjoy anything, knowing that one by one, everything you love is going to be taken from you. Needless to say, that was quite a dark time for me. It was then that I told myself that I could probably never be happy.

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I lead a very nice life. I have a wonderful girlfriend, a wonderful kid and I have been given the opportunity to do things that I love. My songwriting has taken me to places that I would have never been otherwise, and the store I owned put me in touch with some great people in the United States, with whom I stay about two times a year, wonderful experience.

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I was shopping with my girlfriend today, and since we don’t have a car (and it was great weather) we decided to walk. It is about a 20 minute walk to the shopping area, so nothing huge, but we like it, because it is one of those moments where I’m not on the computer and she’s not baking cookies (no she’s not addicted, she has a cookie business). So in those twenty minutes (forty if you count the way back, but there isn’t always a way back because tired, hey look, taxi!) we talk a lot. And we pass a lot of people. And every single time we pass someone, I greet them.
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