A share of me #1 - Becoming someone...

It seems like I've become a lot less wise with time. I don't know why, but I seem to miss something. Something that was inspiring me, guiding me. My brain is now so full of technical writing, mathematics and useless stuff that I have forgotten even what it is. I don't care what it is, not anymore. Life has proven I can live without, even as half a man. Who am I anyway to refrain destiny. Sure, if I ever have the chance to find it again, never would I let it go. never? Can't tell really.
One realize some day that it doesn't serve any purpose to put things in cage to let them free (see "L'arrache-coeur", from Boris Vian) or to free himself. Therefore, you have to let it go. The strong feeling that results from this act is often trust, or at least it should.

Maybe it's part of becoming an adult...