Describing myself has never been easy. Years ago, I used to think of myself as introverted, but now I just consider myself... me. I haven’t had a life that’s been particularly easy or difficult, but every experience I’ve had has led me to conclude that, even if it sometimes feels like the one writing our fate is drunk, life is simply too beautiful. My only hobby is living—going up a hill to watch the sunset while I eat a piece of cheese, wandering through the mountains while I brush my hand through the grass, or sitting like old folks on a bench to watch the pigeons.