Summer of 2026, listening to Rossini after working late, and I just had a revelation. Years ago, people thought they knew me – and I did not. Now, at 33, people think they know me – and they do not. I know me: who I was. who I am. who I want to be. who…

I recently said that I do everything having only 2 persons in mind – my 8-years-old self and my 80-years old self.

Since my current 32-years-old self has been quite tested lately, I figured that what better place than my old blog to write down a few rules from my previous and future versions?