Restless #1

Restless. This is the sensation I feel. I feel a river overflowing, something burning inside. My legs are shaking, my palms are sweaty. I feel my dreams getting closer and closer. I know I am living another life. I am grateful for the life I am living, for the travels I can take, the people I can meet, and the dreams I believe I can achieve.

Restless. A sensation that does not go away. A sensation that brought a kid from a small town in southern Italy to one of the best universities in the world. A sensation that led that same kid, now at one of the best universities in the world, to feel he is wasting his time there. I can't talk about anything else. My brain is always there, my dreams are always there, my sleepless nights are always there. I can't stop.

Restless. I want to be surrounded by people who dream of changing the world, people who think nothing is impossible, people with dreams bigger than themselves. With dreamers, with unconformists, with people who believe anything is possible, who believe there is no ceiling to space, no technical complexity to humanoids, no walls barring superintelligence.

Restless. I can't wait. I am ready now. I want to build now. I want to have skin in the game now. I want to dream now. I want to stop writing but I can't. Let it out, put it down on the page. Dream, kid, dream. You are one of those people. You don't care about alcohol, girls, or parties. You search for a deeper meaning, to satisfy the burning desire you have to change the world, to understand the universe, to work 100 hours a week for your dreams. It is not about money. It is about changing the planet, improving people's lives, and wanting their lives to be better because of you.

Restless. A sensation that does not go away, a sensation that makes you dream of the stars, of Mars, of changing history. It is the burning desire that transcends materialistic needs. I am restless. I can't wait. I am obsessed.