The year I started to shoot for real. That means: the year I switched the camera from the automatic to the manual mode. And this movement is always needed to (almost) everything else: automatic > not automatic. The year I discovered a passion. Or, as my former psychologist used to say: my ‘conatus’. The year of the best day ever so far: the day I married the woman of my life. The best person I know and the one I’ll share the next year. And the next. And the next. Until the last one. The year I deeply connected with people. The year I found out that life is composed of infinite possibilities called ‘1/1000 of a second’. Moments. Feelings. Images. Stories. Details. The year I understood the power of that 1/1000 of a second. And mostly, the power of fully being at every 1/1000 of a second.