I don’t know why we have to work…

When we were born our family always asks to us: - What are you gonna be when you grow up? It never make sense to me, I always thought that one day my gift will appear and I will know exactly what I’m supposed to do but this day never comes, today I’m here fighting against my frustration, deceptions and others things about my work.

Nowadays I really don’t know what I’m supposed to do, sometimes I think if I have a chance to go back some years I make some things different but then I start thinking that I already have many things and is so stupid to go back and try to change something that I thought was right but now is not right anymore… sometimes I don’t understand myself, but I’m sure about my future wife, my God and also that I need to start helping people…We are here for a reason and for everybody need to find your reason to be here…I’m looking for yet I hope to find out soon…very soon… think about it for a while.... I will...