Alone on the drawbridge

For long time I've been asking myself whether my life was enough exciting. Don't think this kind of question is worthy any longer. There's nothing better than realizing your life is always worthy to be lived and to be shared with somebody. It took me time and it cost me a lot but now I'm quite sure I must be happy with everything I am.
Can't say I know myself very much: I still don't know how I will face the choices every single day requires, however I can say I've learnt.
But the funny thing is, sometimes learning means losing. When you learn you lose the belief you've always had and which made you consider yourself as a strong person or an impregnable fortress.
I guess I've rescued the crocodiles I had in my moat and I'm ready to face the enemy. Perhaps.

[Con sid in mente]

(Listening to: Tiromancino - Imparare dal vento)