tasty like a Dodo also making something of your life

Once we are old enough to understand that life is a journey, we also understand very quickly that this journey is in no way unlimited and that all resources come in it with the due scarcity.

Since childhood we are pushed to achieve something or, something that creeps me even more, to become something.

Sometimes this ends up quite well, in a doctor, a lawyer, or some incredibly talented artist. Other times it ends up in a cubicle doing every day the same job, you hate and love, depending on the days.

Growing up you sometimes reach a milestone when you all of a sudden get a revelation: I know what I want to become when I am an adult...

Not for everyone though, this path is illuminated.

I knew, for example, that I wanted to be a nuclear physicist when I was three, a journalist when I was five (and by "a journalist" I meant a person selling newspapers), a singer at ten, an artist at eighteen and a writer for the rest of the time.

I have always wandered around with a journal and a pen and I have been writing about whatever since forever, but what makes you a writer?

your ideas?

how good you can write them down?

how original you can be in your writing?

Or are you a writer only when somebody wants to publish your work?

Being honest, I have been struggling with labels all my life and I am sure that I would have been much happier if nobody ever told me I needed to become something to make my life journey complete or to become "HAPPY".

Life is a journey.

Sometimes the journey is making something out of the journey itself. 

We love to manipulate life and we feel satisfied when we have the impression we can change the course of things.

I have never been able to manipulate life or whatever else and most of the time I feel like an insect in a mason jar: trapped but still getting enough oxygen to stay alive.

In a certain way though, I am happy that I have let life go lately.

I have failed so many times in the attempt of making something of life or, even more painfully so, of making something of myself, that I have no aspiration whatsoever of trying it again.

Nevertheless, I have decided for myself that you are a writer if you want to be one and that if anyone says otherwise it really does not interest me.

Dodo's apparently disappeared because they were not scared of humans.

Also, they had a physical structure that was not made for running away and they apparently tasted incredibly good.

 

Being the last living dodo makes me proud and sad at the same time.

Being the last of whatever is a very significant and at the same time insignificant event of one's life.

I am sure that with this last life I can still make a fool of myself and write lots of texts with no meaning.

A Dodo is meant to be a writer though, it is in its genes. What is not certain yet is what kind of narrative a dodo could ever write, since it doesn't know a lot about life.

if you are interested in knowing this and other oddities you'd better stay a while. If not, thanks for passing by. I would be here anyway.