Letter to words...

          ...When I write I feel fulfilled
                       I feel fulfilled when I put a smile on your face...

        I so didn't believe in that after-birth ritual in which the new-born has to pick some objects that we'll follow him/her thereafter in his/her life. By the time flew over my ears, I barely realized that I was doing things fate had chosen for me...once.
      One of these paths took me to the pen. When I was a few weeks older I picked a pen (photographs are my witnesses) but since the age of 14 nothing drove me towards this field. Although, when I had my first computer, a Pentium 3 with an 166 mHz processor, back in 1998, the first program I opened was Microsoft Word. Seems like, I believe it or not, there is a destiny, you follow a certain road. I started to enjoy writing about my forever love - football, fictive commentaries on games, fictive match reports, but with passion.
     My life took me to Journalism, although I had such a small grade at the exams, I can feel ashamed of myself. In the end, it didn't matter, as I was studying what I dreamed most. Unfortunately, being so poorly rewarded, I could not face "self-torture" and I had to wave good-bye to "the pen" officially...at least for the moment.
     But when I have time, and especially, inspiration, I love putting a few words here, there, on a mobile text draft, or even to a friend that likes what I create from time to time. Speaking of friends...
     If words that come from my mind put smiles on your face, what would words that come from my heart could do?... I'm sure destiny knows the answer on this one too.