exactly a year ago i remember myself sitting in the huge loft in brussels by myself. i went because of a decision that i made months before, a decision that in the months after i questioned so many times. by the time we grow up, making decisions in general seems to get harder and harder. or then it is us. because deep down inside we know who we are, where we want to be and which path – even if yet unwalked – we want to take there. if there is a tune playing to our lives we are sometimes happy to be there with the rest of the orchestra while indeed we could more: composer, conductor, creator.
i believe.