just say you were in front of the fifteen
I'm covering one of the most brilliant television series ever, A Northern Exposure (Northern Exposure). Many food for thought. Among them: if you could find yourself in fifteen-year version, a real face to face with the person you were, what do you think you that person?
I had dreams that were made? If you become the kind of person you imagined? Pleasure to fifteen in question?
Mass in this perspective, the life I've lived so far it seems pretty interesting. For almost 37 year-old struggling with the inevitable crisis of the 40, I sometimes think that I concluded much, so far. I have no wife, no children, and lately I find myself questioning even my profession, a little 'for unavoidable reasons, a bit' cause I is ever closer to its complete lack of touch with reality and real human needs. It happens when you work in advertising. In short, work is still ongoing, here, and I can not say that I have built a lot. But then I think of that fifteen, and I say that because of this I could please him. After all I have done interesting work in creative fields such as publishing, comics, advertising. I worked for a magazine created with my best friends, I published in Italy and abroad a couple of comics (he would love this) I was paid to write stories and do not care which have not been overwhelming successes, what important is that I'm still living in my own way. Again I speak, I believe, I slam, I try. I'm not married, but this means they are still free to know and experience. Do not have children, while I'm sorry, I can take more risks and think about new directions in life. In the end they are still a free person and a dreamer.
Let's face it, this is a scam. But if I met that fifteen, he would not tell. I would enjoy that thread rather naive admiration of the sight of my modest results, and this eternal failure to comply. Now, this probably just shows that they are no longer a mature fifteen year, but so, to each his own. Small consolation, but consolation nonetheless.
And your fifteen, what would he think of you?
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