I’ve loved a lot. Subjects have not been many, but love has never completely disappeared from my life. Sometimes, it just changes form , or is hidden so deep into the depths of the heart that its existence will be forgotten.

I’ve done a lot of things in my life , and I loved them at the time. Now that times and situations and hobbies have changed, have left me longing for those things even if they really are more valuable as memories. I have a lot of dreams. The things that I have not yet done, but I think I would love it when I get there.

I want my partner to be something that is appropriate amound similar and different than I am. Almost opposite personalities but the same spirit in thoughts. Such has an insatiable interest to breath in the spirit of the world and learn to understand it better. Someone who wants to create something fantastic even if at the moment they are too shy or poor or busy to implement it. Someone who lives in the moment, but occasionally reaching for their toes to feel the ground.

I am really pleased to endeavor to where I am now but still look forward to sometimes move to other areas. Maybe with the right woman would I dwell in house by the sea or in the countryside. Perhaps strangely decorated town house. One which from the outside seems different than what the inside would expect.

I want to achieve something. I want to realize my dreams. Even in small scale. I want to produce more dreams and realize them in ways great and small. I would sometimes want to get someone to take advantage of the information I gathered. I would like to do something that makes people feel good.

I want to be remembered being a weird contradictive person whose intentions were unclear at first but the complex thoughts at the end revealed their true beauty. I want to be remembered for creating ideas all of which were rejected but still I saved them and carried out for my own sake so that those who did not understand at the time could later rejoice.

I would be jealous if someone would tell me their life story as I tell my own. To realize the dreams even if they were just droplets in the ocean of normal hard working life. Ofcourse I would not tell them about tedious passages in work and everyday life. I do not know if I’ve done anything to make others jeleaous but I feel that I am more proud of my doings than others.

The whole life is one big adventure. I’ve seen a lot and I could name the places that are yet to be visited and adventures that are still not done but the greatest of these is probably a family. I had to consider this when one of my girlfriends told me she’d never want a family or children . In this regard, I needed to leave my thoughts asidebut yes, I would like to experience it – the “boring” family life. It is the beginning of life -long adventure.

I would like to do something to help mankind. I dream of a project that if successful, would reduce obesity and improve the quality of life for people everywhere. I’m not worried about the fact that time is not yet ready for its implementation. I would like to give people the guidelines to help them. Actually it is sufficient when one asks what they want and then tell it back to them.

My personality also has disadvantages. I become easily frustrated and angry at people who do not understand all my crazy thoughts. Frequently I experience a number of other notches in thought and that the people do not keep up with me and begin to argue but the truth is that sometimes I get stuck in my own thoughts and I refuse to accept the lifeline that others try to throw.

My finest childhood memories are probably associated to a family activity weekends. Trips with my parents and my grandparents. Picnic in a natural setting. I have started to hike again . I did not know why but perhaps because it takes me back to those memories. Maybe someday I can get my own family to take such a trip.

The importance of friends and family is something that can easily be forgotten. It is hard to tell important people how important they really are. It seems that it would be dubious to say something since they already know it. Certainly they know, but maybe it still should be told out loud. I often say that the phrase ” Why don’t you ever tell me that you love me” is redundant because if there is love – they should know it without saying. Maybe I’ve been wrong. People doubt their own feelings. Maybe they should from time to time to remind you that they are right.

Strange how useless things I’m afraid of. I’m afraid for not being understood – even if on the other hand I am proud to say that I think differently than the others. I am afraid for getting no as an answer. I am talkative and social type , but sometimes the worst thing in the world seems to be smiling and to introducemyself to new people and ask “What is your name ?”