During my childhood summers in the countryside, I talked to dogs and cows – I thought they understood me. Once upon a time, my grandmother found me sitting at a hive talking to bees buzzing on my palm.
For a while I believed that the world was bright and good, I wrote romantic essays at school (dreamer!) And my favorite time was night in the dream realm.
And it took me a long time to break before I changed. But they succeeded. And it took a long time before I changed. But they succeeded. Life changed me – from the romantic one I became a realist.
© Fortune, 2009
Are you a romantic person?