August 14th 2010, almost 5 years ago, "It's me, Alex!" was uploaded on DeviantART, "where art meets aplication". Clearly, "artistic" wasn't the word that comes into anybody's minds once they see that drawing, instead one would probably think about some stupid Sonic fan character, or judge its uploader as some "sick yaoi gal who ships her maid with her dog". In some way, these "interneters" were right. An 11 year old kid who just learned how to draw *ahem* properly felt the necessity to show his creation to the rest of the world, as he didn't know how to draw well at 9, was too busy with playing at 6, and didn't even know what a pencil was at 1 year old. Back in 1997, this being was just about to know the world itself, and soon, pencils and the sky.
Here at Brazil, people have a joke about those who are born in november. If it isn't obvious by now, my country celebrates "Carnaval", one of the most well-known festivals in the world. This event is BETTER known by brazilians as the day when hormones smell cocaine and rock the house. Either by alcohol or pure naughtyness, this is the time of the year when sexual intercourse grows by 600%. Knowing that the pregnancy period lasts 9 months, one might create theories and debate about your parents planning on having a child. If this was indeed the case, it obviously wasn't the only one. A SINGLE action of yours can change your whole future. Who knows what would happen if I had another mother, or was born a girl? Actually, the second scenario has an answer. I would be named "Vitoria".
Funny thing: this was the name of my first girlfriend. Fifth grade, "winter time", South Hemisphere. Before I actually had any interest in girls, this man was much more than a normal kid: he was a normal kid with some serious issues: "which is better? Megaman or Mario?", I think this was my first serious doubt. Other doubts, at an older age, were "What do I want to do with my life?" or "Why do people feel the need to show off?". I'm actually a very quiet person, the kind of guy who only talks when is needed and tries to not be the center of attention, a behavior WAY different than when I was 12- 14 years old. I guess kids like the spotlight. Most of them brag about everything, but that's a normal nature. The more you grow, the more people you meet, the more you know and more, and more you breed.
With an entire garden, I could undestand the meaning of things. I could navigate through literature, build my own concept of ethics, form a solid, strong group of people I care, love and need, and choose, in an endless crossroad, my one path. Today, at my last year of highschool, I dedicated my time into learning and getting ready for my final test: being a neurologist. If everyhing works fine and as planned, a new "future doctor" will be born in 2016. With the correct interests and certain aspects of state-of-being and personality (and, obviously, lots of study and time), this job can easily be done. Not all people can become a doctor, and those who were chosen for this one special destiny, have a place reserved in paradise. The most beautiful of all professions, which gears only run with the right people. Thank you all, doctors of my life. Thank you all, family and friends. Thank you all who follow my work. Thank you all, for this unbeatable and Medicine, whether is tetravalent, constant or temporal, you people are my doctors. And will be for some 18xwhatever-I'm-meant-to-live more years.
Reading: Dossiê Nietzsche.