What are the three most memorable moments — good or bad, happy or sad — in your life? Go!

This is a very tricky question, as there are of course many stored in the subconscious of my head, as photographs in my hard drive and shared with others. I can’t pin point to which one were the most memorable (yet?) so for now I’ll grow with:

• That moment when I finally learned to love and embrace myself, and tell myself I’ll do fine, even if I’m stuck in a shit storm.
• When quarter life crisis stuck me hard and I realized uncertainty is all I’ve got to move on ahead.
• This is my 701st blog post on this blog. Yay?