Who am I? (this one will be a long one, but bear with me, there’s a point here somewhere)
I am Hans, 23 years old. I come from a small city in a small country, the city of kings as it is called, the city where the mighty Vikings once held fort, now, all we can show for is a decent football team and a world class university, which, when you think about it is pretty good. I was born and raised there, I was thought that through hard work, ambition, talent and a bit of luck along the way, I can do anything. I was brought up with science and knowledge as goal in itself, and I cherish my childhood memories. I used to think I would end up doing something important, like saving the world or solving some of the great mysteries and challenges we are facing. Fate it seems, would not have it that way, and I found the stage. I light it, I dream off it, it is my passion and my life, through it, I have found myself, my friends and my love. It is the only life I have and will ever know.
I live now, some years later, in our capital, Oslo, with the most beautiful girl in the world. We share life as it comes, good moments, bad days, wonderful nights, brilliant ideas and a lot of fun. I have the best friends anyone can think off, they are smarter, funnier and more compassionate than you (unless you’re one of them). We used to dream of conquering the world, saving people from a life of disillusion and shadows. Together, we would dream of bringing light to the masses. Into the early hours of the morning we wold lay our plans for the great place that this world is, for the greatness that humanity can do. Never, not once, did anyone speak ill of the other. Long walks home after late evenings proved that many times. We dreamed, we provoked, we stood up, we spoke and we acted. We wanted to become the best of the best. The few, the ones that would live forever. We dreamed.
I think; we still do. Because once you realize it, the thought is difficult to purge from ones mind. Hide it, yes. Put it away for some time while other matters are resolved. But to forget our dreams? No way. We still dream. Not so openly arrogant as before, but we still know. We will do it.
Look at me?
Tell me what you see, you ain’t seen the best of me yet
Give a few more years and you will forget the rest
There is much more in me
Together, we will set it free
Because I can catch the moon in my hand
Do you know who I am?
Remember my name. I am going to live forever. I have to.
Do I know myself? Yes, unfortunately, I think I do. And that my friends, shall make all the difference.