Half-way lost. Again

 

I’ve always felt a bit behind in life, 

always feeling that I had to catch-up with the world.

Graduating from high school was a turning point:

I´d watch school mates and their friends take-off to big cities

Rome, Milan, Torin, wherever the hell they wanted.

Everyone seemed to be heading toward some bright university future, 

while I was spent my Summers working in my dad´s garage.

I wasn´t jealous, I wasn’t resentful. I was just curious.

Why not me? Why couldn´t I go too? 

Then I´d remember: I came from  a blue-collar family. 

They didn´t.

Then one day, while reading Thus Spoke Zarathustra,

something stroke a nerve…

But for now, I’ll stop here. I’ll meet you in the blog section. for the rest of the story.