There is this world running beside me. Everyone seems to be busy with plans and goals, they are determined to reach a point. A point where they see the meaning of their existence, be it banal or sophisticated. It's interesting, I seem to be completely out of the game right now. It's like standing on the side of a highway, where they drive in fullspeed, concentrate on not letting themselves distract. By someone, who had to leave the race, like me.
I don't have goals at this time. I live into the day. I see the others drive by, i don't try to stop one of them to ask for a lift. Why should I, he wouldn't be able to take me where i wanted to go, when I was in the race.
