About ephemeral
When I was 3, I climbed on a top of bunk bed we've had at house, carring big plastic basket we kept usually toys in, tied few little balloons to it, opened the window and tried to fly away to Africa.
When I was 15, I hardly passed from one grade to the next one, because most of the time I was on a truancy missions hitchhiking around Europe. The reason why they kept me at school was that my literature teacher strongly believed I'm gonna become famous writer one day.
When I was 25, I've travelled to 50 countries, worked in 7, become pro divemaster, massage therapist, photographer, florist, creativity teacher, art therapist, poet...
When I was 27, I was on my way to the moon, oh, wait.
