I THINK I've figured out what life is all about. Follow my reasoning: we come to this beautiful planet knowing nothing, and then those who have been here longer tell us what to BE, what to do, how to act; what we can and cannot do (we can do more than we can). And then we happily follow the rules, meeting expectations. Something within us screams for freedom, but we don't even perceive this voice, let alone give it any credit. But it's strong, it seems to have a life of its own, and at some point, it decides it's time to make itself heard, whatever the cost. Freud says that when we are born, we go through the first great human trauma. Childbirth, which is a birth of breaking/departing, but it is also a departure of going away. Without identity, we go through life, year after year, acting according to the roles we've been given to play. But who is the subject behind the character? Who is the subject beyond the function? If you're a voracious seeker, the kind who, without knowing how to swim, dives to the bottom of the sea in search of answers, you know that the moment will come when you realize that in the fine print of the contract you don't even remember signing, it says you'll have to pay a certain price to move to the next level. Yes, if you want to be who you truly are (originally), you'll have to displease some Greeks, some Trojans, fall from hero to villain, and finally be blocked by some, looked down upon and insulted by others. This year had almost everything: trouble, failing a college subject for the first time in my life, hitting someone, being blocked by some, excluded by others, ending things, starting others, crying every Monday this semester, discovering that being mediocre can be the best thing for some people and contexts. And it's only June!!!!! Honestly, what a good feeling! Maybe we can only exist through transgression. The point is, will you pay the toll? There's something aphrodisiac about having the courage to see what's on the other side, to take risks and do things differently. This is new to me, but I confess, it's delightful! You can't achieve power through innocence. ANDIAMO, life is costly!