22nd of April, 2012. Constanta, Romania.
A date and a place. A scrawny kid decided to start a blog. A date that is forever tattooed on this kid’s arm. He decided to write for an audience, even if he knew nothing about finding one.
It all seemed… difficult. Impossible. Like a dream from another life.
Yet he punched those damn keysevery single day. Who am I kidding? He was writing with the equivalent confidence of someone whose voice is shaking.
He did not give up.
Even when he got 500 views during his first month of blogging. His total income amounted to $1.05 before taxes.
He kept writing, even though doubt would creep into his soul on his most lonely nights.
He kept blogging, writing about art, about books, about the things that inspired him, that set his soul on fire.
He knew one thing and one thing only:…
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