I have this book, some sort of journal a foreign friend gave to me. On its cover it reads "Life begins at the end of your comfort zone". Now, I have never been the kind of guy keep a journal going for a long time. I normally write a couple entries and that's that. But this little journal, I decided to make it a little different. Instead of writing in it, I keep little scraps of paper, some letters, pictures, drawings, little things like those. I have never been one to write about my past but I collect little pieces of it. Whenever I see one of those papers, the memory of how it came to my possession comes back. Receipts from gifts I got for those I care about, the receipt of the first time I went to have lunch with person I love the most, small letters given to me for my birthday, and some other small papers that actually bring back bad memories, that sort of things. In a way, I can revive those days and keep them close to me. When I look back on that path I have walked o...