Become who you are!

Since I was 15, and probably even before that, I knew what I wanted to be and become. I dreamed of becoming a writer and a speaker. And I started right away to become who I was, without waiting.

I compare the dreams of youth to a branch or a pole that you hold on to with two hands and two arms when there is the abyss and certain death below you. When you are suspended in the void, and someone comes to cut off your arm, you hang on at all costs with the last arm you have left, as long as possible. One more minute counts. One more second becomes like an eternity.