A while ago, last year to be precise, dreams and situations occured in the life that I was living. Positive and negative events happened and mishappened and eventually rehappened. Overuse of my body by myself. All that resulted into situations & collapses. I choose without really choosing to consider this year off, it was a hard choice for me but at the same time I am too full of myself to get an average grade at a language paper. Mixing my life for a year or so with working, discovering, studying, in the end it is not an actual bad problem to see and experience life differently. However, even though all those promises I made to myself, yes indeed promises are to a fool, I am ending up regretting this choice. Right now on that Monday the 30th of March at 7:54pm. I am regretting this choice I had to make a year ago. I am regretting the fact that I have actually lost a year of my life for the sake of work. At least, may I have realised that in fact I hate work, as work is for boring people, with a boring life, I will never work - if you know me well, you will understand what is my definition of work: see below if not. Work should not exist. Only careers*, passions, organisations, projects should persist.