I’ve just published a new blog inspired by One Hundred Years of Solitude.
It’s not really a review of the Netflix series. It’s a personal reflection on family, childhood, solitude, the things we inherit from those who came before us, and what we choose not to pass on.
To what extent am I what other people have made me, and at what point do I begin to become the author of my own life?
And ultimately, one simple question:
What is human life about?