I was raised staring at my dad working on and with a Commodore 64. Sweet memories of a tiny little curious kid sitting on his lap for hours and hours. Besides being close to him, I only wanted to know how drawings of small drawers could be moved inside a magic box.
How much would you give away for the sake of being truly happy? You know, that feeling that is taking advantage of you any minute of your day. Maybe you suddenly wake up in the middle of the night and even there, you are perfectly at ease. There is nothing
There is one thing that I know for sure. I started moving towards this totally unaware. It was all in silent, it was slowly and it was natural.