The traveled road already has our old steps, the traces of our being. However, what goes ahead is already part of the individual will, if we dare, risk seeing what happens, or if we give up and decide to settle and die in the same place. Every second we get older, it is the absolute human reality, and the road never stops being long even if we find ourselves in blind alleys.

Walk, walk and walk, even if our feet hurt, even if we no longer have breath, even if our strength is exhausted. Let it not be said that we did not fight, that we did not defeat our demons.

We are life, that contains everything.