Born a dreamer in 1987, trained to become a warrior, I woke up 26 years later questioning everything.
I realized that my life was not just happening to me when my dreams and my fears together pushed me out of an airplane above a wheat field around Buzau, Romania, in 2010.
Three years later, the same dreams left me with a lot more fears after quitting a promising military carreer and setting off in a journey to change my life.
Why? Because I think that living a dream means that at the end of the journey you have to be a different person doing different things in a different way.
While I see this as a journey, it is most of the times a precarious experiment.