What if?

Some time ago, Pascal told me: "no need to wish you a happy new year; you won't wake up from your surgery!"
THAT was a joke.

Nevertheless, it came to my mind that everything could end on this day.
What if it happens? What if i don't wake up?

[Disclaimer: I only intend to think about my life, have a look back at it. It's nothing to do with whining.]

I was born on the 10th of december 1975, a long time ago...I consider myself as an atypical-typical man. I tried not to be like the others, tried to do different things and act different ways. I think i was successful sometimes, sometimes not.
Nevermind.
Im not the kind of person to regret the past: it's over.
I thought i was trying to live my life like every day would be the last one. Suddenly i think i failed :)
Or maybe i want more: more time, more to enjoy, more to see, more to love...
I must try harder, when i wake up.


Pff: not even enough time to make a proper picture.