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In my youth, I often pondered whether we were destined to reach certain points of our life and then encounter the right people who were meant to be in our life, or whether encountering them was simply a consequence of all the choices that we made earlier.

I often asked myself this question because it was painfully obvious that the people I met during my childhood and teenage years weren’t the best fit for me. Or perhaps, I wasn’t the best fit for them? I always felt like an outcast. I did want to belong but it felt out of my reach. I felt like, I was another breed entirely with my rather defiant, bold, quick, and internally rebellious personality...

After much contemplation, I eventually reached the realization that life is a combination of fate, serendipity, and our own free will.

Certain things, such as where we were born, our name, financial status, and health, seemed to be predetermined. However, other aspects appeared random, and others – clear results of our own actions.

I was born in the 90s, into a middle-class family living in Santiago. It was the typical script of a young Chilean boy’s life, I guess... My setup suggested that I would become a spoiled brat, and that was what ultimately happened to me; I instinctively played the role of the troublemaking kid during my younger years, making all my caregivers tear their hair out, of despair.

Later, I evolved into a non-conforming teenager, one that couldn’t fit with other rebels, either. Thinking back of that time, I believe that I didn’t think much about anything, honestly; my main objective was to do the bare minimum and just have fun.

I suppose, I unconsciously expected my life to be easy, precisely like my parents and everyone else had made it for me. I naturally assumed that things would keep falling into place effortlessly while I would sit back and relax.

Yeah; I literally expected life to serve me, and bring the best dishes under my nose, just like my caring mother always did.

I effortlessly slid from class to class, always putting in minimal effort... My grades were rather mediocre, except for English, where I showed undeniable talent. It was the only thing that I excelled in, but to be frank, I didn’t care much about it either.

The only thing that seemed to hold more importance for me was being friends with my close-knit group from the same street. We bonded by our shared interests in whatever we considered to be cool - street art, hip-hop music, dance, fashion, and obviously, indulging in the forbidden pleasures of underage drinking and smoking.

We wanted to break free from the monotony of school and the looming perspective of sharing our parents’ fates – working from morning till late afternoon, then doing chores and rotting in front of the TV.

We had a strong yearning for a more vibrant and exciting life; we craved the thrill of truly living – whatever that meant -, and kept seeking experiences beyond the conventional and mundane.

It was them that I cared about the most; not the people from my class and certainly not finishing high school.