It’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There are no limits,there are no rules. Stop whenever you want, you can change or stay the same, you can make the best or the worst of it.
  I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the courage to start all over again. There should be fireworks at last, when a dream dies.
 I still remember the day when I found out that something was wrong with me, I ran to my mum and told her that I was dyslectic. She asked me why and I explained to her that I couldn't pay attention to lifeless people when they were talking to me. I preferred to look at the trees outside and play with my food, but never ever listen to them and their tedious stories. She laughed, and then it got me. The only people for me are the mad ones.
 The ones who are mad to live, mad to breathe, mad to be saved,desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'AWWW!
 For me there are two kinds of people in this world, the ones who are drinking battery acid and the ones who are eating fireworks. I have to admit that I have settled into quite a boring existence here in Australia. However, I had enough fireworks and chaos. Who am I kidding ? It's never enough.

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