Before my 18th birthday, I didn't spare a moment thinking about my age, but one milestone remained branded in my mind.

I made a decision that changed my priorities. Instead of heading off in pursuit of a professional dancing career. My restless mind was in need of the bluest sky, without limits. I opted for a parallel career that began with a construction apprenticeship. I didn't miss an offer building into an entrepreneur in construction and real estate. In recent years, as I ponder my youth, I wonder if I was either lucky or blindly stupid during that time. I emerged from shoveling and tamping concrete with cement burned hands and cracked from laying bricks and the scarred fingers from passing through an electric planer along with a piece of timber. I left behind my construction shoes and overalls. ressed in shirt and tie, I grew through the given trust of engineers and architects as their signature underlined my structural and design blueprints. I felt the scales balancing. !n the one hand, showing labor and tradesmen the fruit of competence, from usage of tools to the rugged language of construction men. !n the other hand, the professionals for who I was that middle man. I viewed my cars not "ust as tools for reaching scattered sites, but as beautiful women of poise and elegance. I retired from an industry fit for mafiosi morality and related stress to a faithful and emblematic #udi. #t 1$%,%%% km, I was thinking of divorcing this vehicle for a younger model. It was a nonsensical issue in terms of economics as the body still had that brand&spanking new shine. 'hen came the day, the insurers claimed that, my #udi's tenth birthday, the contract will be terminated. In a resolution of duality, relative to a forewarning, the realities at driving to a clinic that brings one to think back at the course of

the vehicle's long service. 'he mechanics ghosted a physician white coat standing in front of the car. (e said) *+tart the engine.* #ttentive, as if he wore a stethoscope and dabbed under the hood. +tepped back and gave his diagnosis) *'he engine is tired,* # few words flashes a crucial moment, making one aware how much life has taken. I reminisced overtaking another auto on a farm road, I glanced at the driver in the ad"oining car who seemed to press his throttle more in spite. 'wo roadside ditches were in view that deepened preventing escape into the bleeding green fields. I saw the driver through the side windows with an upcoming blind bend in the road. +uddenly, I became aware of a deficiency that highways with restricted speeds kept hidden as I had to reduce the horsepower of my vehicle once there. #s an autodidact, I seem to have been that pioneering of trailing apprentice that converted to the peaceful pursuit of writing. But, from the funerals shadow the -ombies of envy and naivety. I emerged from that amateur phase in literature with the binnacles of the professionals from their universe that are so strange to me. I am in their territory with ideas that flash to mind and but are they worthy of sharing with the world. #s people sulk at their "obs, blind to the greatest asset in life) drive. 'his brings me to the man who complained how unfair life was. (e claimed to have parked cars for thirty years from the gates of a factory. /hen the factory closed down, he wasn't able to find another "ob, uring that same time, I refrained from spreading myself too thin, due to the feeling that I was *the "ack of all trades and master of none*.. In the process of publishing a book titled *(ori-on of Infinity,* I have followed my mind.