One: Birth

When a child is born, people don't know much about this creature. Only the size it came in and whether it is a boy or a girl. It's reputation is like a white blank page. No good done, no bad done. Unfortunately my birth, or shall I call it my rebirth, is nothing like that. I wish it were though. My wish is not to lecture about the eighteen year old spotted book of my reputation. Come to think of it, I should call it the book of my conscience. Because one's reputation is public while one's conscience is private. Therefor a reputation can be hidden when a conscience can not. So far for my history.

I was given the name Jeroen. A Dutch name indeed, though I reside in Belgium. The difference between my birth and the one of a new born baby is my emotion, my state of mind, my knowledge. I already developed an urge to satisfy certain interests. To give you an example: I'm a city-person. I experience great joy of wandering between tall buildings and chaotic avenues. McDonald's and local bakeries. But other than these, I like the people even better. Men and women of all ages and races, lengths and sizes. Rich or poor, happy or unhappy.

The purpose of this blog is to express and share my brain, thoughts, interests and ,most frequently I presume, feelings. It gives readers a glimpse into the growing to maturity.

That is why.