Where are you in the story?
We are just speck of dust. My childhood was a fairly typical urban one, with a bit more
nerdiness than a standard child's - I was fascinated by nature, so I would spend all my time
either reading nature magazines or playing with insects and animals outside. From what my
school reports say, I was a stellar student. When I was 10/11, problems with my school popped
up, as I had worked my way independently through the entire year's classwork by Christmas,
and I was beginning with next grade's stuff. The school refused to skip me a grade and move me
up, so my mother transferred me to a new school in the middle of the school year where I did
get to skip a year. It was an English one instead of a French one, and that's where I spent my
teen years. The first couple of years were fine, but when puberty hit, my academic vigour
vanished for some reason or other, and I fairly quickly plummeted from being an A grade
student to pretty much failing everything. With hindsight, I recognise that I just found
everything that was being taught incredibly boring. This was even when we were allowed to
specialise. While I ignored schoolwork, I was exploring my talents and interests which were not
fostered in school, and the most major one of those was film. From the age of 13 onwards, I
have watched at least one film or series every night (I have detailed records!); if I can't watch
the film on one day, it's deferred to the next day and two films are watched. Pretty soon, I was
beginning to spend my time writing scripts and drawing storyboards (it's a good activity to do in
school, because it appears as if you're actually doing real work).
Why are you here?
The fact that we exist is impossible. Our lives are impossible. All the things that are bigger than
us, from moons to nebulae to space itself, are impossible. Even the things we understand are
impossible. None of this can happen. Why? Because the impossible answer to your everyday
question is something we will never be able to understand in our wildest dreams. A gigantic
being made some soup and we're mixed in it thinking we're the center of the universe.
Where do you think you are heading?
Obviously to fulfil my bucket list. To help myself to be established as a good grandfather, father,
wife and most importantly as a good self. Let me first fulfill all the duties and let me start doing
the bucket list.
What keeps you going?
The grind. Sure, life may be wonderful at times: we've all Instagrammed a lovely sunset here
and there. And twice a year, we get to take a break from our work, unplug, and go somewhere
far away to pay a lot of money to sit on a beach and do our hardest to complete the last 100
pages of that newest bestseller that everyone is talking about.
Who are your moon and sun, your water and land?
All of that are my family and friends because The Sun, like all stars, is a glowing ball of gas. Just
like water, I adore my family because they help me achieve and encourage me in what I want to
do. I adore them because they adore and care for me just like any other child. The most
significant reason I adore my family is that they know and love Jesus and have assisted me in
coming to know him as my personal Savior.