On the Strangeness of Fate

Yesterday, when I opened my medium account, I saw a round number. 10,000. 10k people thought I deserved to be followed. My self from years ago would have celebrated. Called family. Would have been thrilled to have broken such a barrier. Especially since, looking back at my goals at the beginning of the year: “1000 followers on medium.” It was blown up. In less time. And x10. Proof once again that we underestimate our own abilities. That we put glass ceilings on our skills. And that when we focus and get the job done: it works. If we believed in ourselves a little more, we could do great things. I’m not going to say I’m not happy. I love writing. It makes me happy. You like what I do more and more. But I stay focused. I’ll celebrate when I reach my goal. I think back over the last few years and the strangeness of fate. What brought me to this point, to write these words and for you to read them. Successive failures. The loss of my naivety. Moments I’d like to erase. Disappointments. Depression. Pain. And I wonder: “If you spend too much time in hell, can you still enjoy heaven?” I don’t know. I think back over the successive events that led me to write this article this morning. Looks like a puzzle that won’t reveal its visuals until the final pieces are in place. <a href="https://medium.com/@viam_/on-the-strangeness-of-fate-89a51336c3ad">Read More</a>