Reasons and feelings are not that easily defined. How should I explain to others things that are bound to the details of my everyday life, the little things that count for me? I miss eating salty food for breakfast, hear the snow under my feet, to see it fall, and to omit the nights when the sun chooses to... I often laugh at this navel-gazing place which has the potential and the ambitions to fulfill it. I admire that it values initiative and stimulates ambitions. Is it foolish to say that I feel called upon? For what could I ever contribute?

Here everything is open and ready for new initiative. It happens if you create it. There in the big cities, the pulsating, vital, dense cities, I am getting pulled along with the masses, everything goes on everywhere all the time, always.  Arteries and networks, pulsating, pulsating, pulsating. Do I form a part of anything but numbers?
I move and get lost in the crowd, the current, the live-wire city. Here, everything is quiet, slow beat, low pulse, town... I am pulsating, no, the town pulsates through me.
I feel that I make a difference, I am given an opportunity. We are all products of our environment, but what has my surroundings done for me? Ideas without initiative are useless, an idea craves for energy and support. A place where you can derive nourishment for your ideas, is an encouragement to development. It is to feel that one is, that you exist. I am. I. That is what my surroundings have done for me (that is what one should never forget).

Fortune is to seize an opportunity. To have an opportunity is that then fortune? I do not believe that one has to get away to succeed, but I think one has to travel, and then return something to those that have brought you much. I can shape the environment that has moulded me. I own my town, we keep the same step as the landscape that surrounds us, I breath to my own pace. That is why I feel comfortable here, everything happens in a scale that I comprehend, I can grasp the changes. Only time knows if tales come true, but my homesickness existed long before I went away. I always have had dreams of travelling, somehow their outcomes are perpetually the same; I return home. Life is not perfect here, my ideals only fit me (nor do I know how many agree with them), but to know they are counted for is enough. It is healthy. I can evolve here. Problems? Problems exist in every society. The challenge is to discern with which ones are interesting to solve. It is not about making it big, rather just making something good.