I have always envied people who carry themselves with the confidence of someone who knows exactly what they’re doing and where they’re going.

I have always held an exclusive fascination for Peter Pan, the boy who defied time.

Puns aside, I believe I have asked myself this question countless times. The truth lies in the act of writing.

It was always that simple. Theoretically.

You have an open luggage in front of you. Probably all messed up – full of memories, tokens and half-ruined polaroid shots which still bear traces of an extraordinary time.

Before you go about, folding up this letter and putting it in the “not sure what this is but could prove useful someday” drawer this is you talking, only 10 years younger.

Very often, on our quest to see what the rest of the world has to offer, we tend not to see the good there is, right in front of our eyes.