This was my last Sunday here in the center of France.
I walked here many times and loved all the walks. It grew on me. I still remember when I was younger saying that I don't like walking when my father took us to walk.
But the more time passes, the more I see the old men education getting in my life.
Happy to have been there for a year. It's sadly time to move on for me.
I heard, when I was on the phone with my dad (after the bird attack) that me leaving wasn't really what he wanted. But I did so much that I didn't want, and lost so many years. It is now, more than ever, my time to follow my dream.
We are only the accumulation of the limitation that we set to ourselves (included limitation set by our relatives and friends).
Keep on dreaming because me, I'll never stop. I have to see my dreams before my end.
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