Most probably, deep down inside, I knew what I’d love to do, but got distracted so many times that I lost it somewhere along the way. My parents thought that my ability to draw and paint was not sellable and instead decided to force me into economics. I did as I was ‘advised to’; at the time, there wasn’t really much of a choice. Sometimes you close your mind, and you do what is in front of you. The problem is that you end up doing things you don’t necessary like, but you still do them, because you have established a feeling of obligation, and after some time, you lose the sense of what is right or wrong, stumbling through this jungle with no flashlight. Even this can be fun for a while, but sooner or later, it gets you, totally unprepared, and you have no idea what to do. So you start doing all kinds of things; in fact, one stupid thing after another, failing along the way. But you try to find the positive in it and keep telling yourself: “At least, I’ve learned something.” This grates after a while, and you materialize one problem after another until you are on the verge of losing your mind. At that point you finally know that the time has come to do something radical, something dangerous even, as if you are riding without a seat belt. You have only this moment at your disposal.