And in the end
The love you take
Is equal to the love
You make
So said that short Beatles' song that you may or may not know, but that's not important.
I am starting to close this year's gates and go into the next one, and it looks like a wind of change is timidly starting to blow. My application for a job abroad has been dropped after two consecutive interviews, but at least I had them; that looks different from the old days of 2002 when I sent hundreds of CVs around, got just two interviews early in the year and silence for the rest. Maybe I'm grown, maybe new positions are coming out, maybe...
Maybe I'll learn new, great things and for some time I'll be definitely happy of what I am doing.
Maybe I'll find so many closed doors that I'll wonder what is keeping me here
Maybe I'll surrender and stay here
Maybe I won't renounce to always improve
Maybe I will be just happy that my child is here (well, he will in the new year) and I won't care if I can't spend that small part of my small spare time for programming in Perl or experiment new things
Maybe I won't stop trying to be useful to other people, even when I think that what I am doing is stupid, or is not enough for anybody.
Maybe I'll discover I really have been useful, and people apreciate what I do, and they are happy, and I'll be happy of that
Maybe, as always, at the end of the new year I won't be able to express that strange sense of happy melancholy that my heart is feeling
Maybe.
Happy new year, everybody
Marco
