With a goose-quill and a few sheets of paper, I mock myself of the universe. They say I am the son of a courtesan; it may be so, but I have the heart of a King. I live free, I enjoy myself, I can call myself happy.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I'm a novelist: I spend a great part of my day pretending to myself that I'm in a different world, being a different person, faced with decisions I pretend I haven't created.
I am now trying to trust the universe to take care of me and not necessarily rely on other people to make me happy.
I think of myself as a really happy person.
In my life and my work, I really try to be just fully myself.
I'm laughing because I know the secret of life. And the secret of life is that I have validated my existence. I know that I am worth more than my house, my bank account, or any physical thing.
I'm happy being myself, which I've never been before. I always hid in other people, or tried to find myself through the characters, or live out their lives, but I didn't have those things in mine.
I go about in the world - free, busy, happy. Among people, I have no time to think of myself.
My own being can be judged by the depths I reach in making these historical origins my own.
I feel more and more like 'myself' these days. Before becoming a father, I can remember a low-level feeling of somehow not quite being myself.
Throughout my life, I happily deferred to family, companions, children.