The Years

He didn't die, he didn't kill himself for he is writing these lines now, but the last ten years made something else out of him, the 20 years old boy turned into a 30 years old man. And the last ten years have seen a lot of things happening in his life… He finished his studies, continued studying in another field, for he is addicted to knowledge. He read an enormous number of books and learned something from each one of them, he changed job several times till he found the most suitable one, he knew a lot of people, good and bad, he hurt people and got hurt, he got attracted to people and people got attracted to him, he fell in love again and tasted another kind of happiness mixed with pain, he knew the bitter emetic taste of betrayal, he lost his faith in love and learned from his mistakes, he knew what he wants out of his life and decided that the journey should leave an effect, he believed in himself and in others, he traveled a lot and saw the beauties of the world, he found the place where he dreams to live, he learned languages and developed new passions for things he didn't imagine would like, he made a lot of decisions and he never regretted any of them Ten years have shown him a lot, in himself, in people and in life. Ten years have taught him that he is capable of doing great achievements on many fronts, that God as much as he gives does not give everything to his people, something has to be missing, for him he knew what was missing and he learned to live with it. He grew up, he changed a lot, but whenever he looks at himself he sees the small old shy him who enjoys his own company rather than the company of others, who prefers to write than to speak, who would rather be alone than being with someone who does not like and who cannot live without art and beauty. The same him that loves flowers, winter, fine paintings, classical music and sad movies. The self discovery trip that he started ten years ago is still going on, for he decided that it will end only with his death…