on roughness

yes, i know i was rough. quite rough. but living is not a smooth walk in the park during the spring, with pop-corn or an ice-cream by the sunset, before going home. to live is to endure, to survive, to know in every moment that there's someone out there better than we are, better than we'll ever be. and, above all, to live is never letting that knowledge humble us, lower our ambitions. the place where we come from, in the end, is basically irrelevant. what matters is not our background, but what we can do with it - and despite of it.