I have a wonderful job, so great that it sucks my life entirely. I'm willing to skip holidays, weekends and whatever for it, just to see it happen. Possibly that's simply being workaholic, but I think there's more than that.
My job is what many children follow as a dream: they want to become astronauts...
Well, we make it!
We become astronauts ourselves by sending our work in space. And every single time you think about that very piece of metal, that very bit of electronics, in space in one year from today, than you can be sure: a short, instantaneous and yet deep feeling of excitement will shake your body.
So yes, we make dreams come true!
It's simply something big, sometimes it's excitement, sometimes it's tiredness; it can be the heavy burden of responsibility, the happiness for a small success, the smile for the next dream or the difficulty of pushing people just before their limit, seeing them suffering...
It can be all of this, but it will always be big, more than what you know. It sucks your life out and gives you a new life, too.
Dreaming is great!


