Hope

Life is wonderful, it’s so fragile and yet resistant, boring yet exciting, simple yet complex.
Every second, billions live, billions die, billions evolve.

I find it funny that, even though we (humans) are perhaps the most complex living organism, we still follow the non-negotiable cycle: birth, evolve, die.
You could do pretty much everything in your power to not follow it, you will. Some will call it fate, saying something among the lines of everything is written somewhere by someone, some will not agree. This question is ultimately just a quest, a quest of meaning.

I had the chance to find early in my life a true passion (building cool stuff) that allows me to find meaning in getting up in the morning, I’m pretty sure after 10 years of doing it that I’ll be still doing it in 50 years.

Early on, I thought that was all there was to it. You just get to do what you’re passionate about, so here I was, doing what I loved, building cool products.

However, and quite early in my career, i confronted with others about things that weren’t my passion.
The way I communicate, the way I live, the way I do things. I thought my qualities as a builder were enough, my flaws were part of me, people might as well adapt.
If they didn’t understand me, that was on them because my passion wasn’t about talking to others or being likeable.

I was wrong, not because it was always my fault: I was wrong because I refused to evolve. It doesn’t matter who’s wrong who’s right, at the end the only thing that should matter is evolving.

It was hard to admit, I thought I could just wait until I found other people like me, who could understand me as I was. Why did it always have to be me that needed to change?

Because that’s what we do, we evolve, every day, whenever we want it or not.

We should strive to become a better person tomorrow as we were yesterday, step by step, day by day. Result will never be instantaneous, but we should march on.

You can only hope that tomorrow will see a better version of yourself.