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This is a day-to-day view of a non-existing crossroad. Everybody's direction is the same, it just feels as if it's different depending on where you are on the road from birth to death.
You are either in the beginning, eager to start things, or at the end, trying to end things meaningfully (to you). Or in the middle - observing and finally understanding, getting to really know the familiar.

It's so full of journeys, both the same and different - from morning to evening, from funny to sad, from east to west, from young to old, from mundane to extraordinary, from America to Europe, from personal to common, from one extreme to the other, from out to in and backwards again.

Here we're mostly in between, before heading back to the chosen life, a quick stop to the beginning of our given life. When we finally get to hear and understand both young and old reasons.

So great. I'm still too young though.