Step after a step, I feel myself moving forwards in this mysterious journey that seems so vague and foggy sometimes,, that you can hardly even see your fingertips. It’s something we are part of, yet we know so little about it.... and hardly know its roads and no matter how much we know or we pretend to know, we always walk and see these roads for the first time, with every step we take, we lay our feet in somewhere we have never been before, sometimes we try to follow the steps of those who walked this journey before us, sometimes we try to share it with our beloved ones, but in the end every track is made only for one, though the tracks cross sometimes, but only for a glance of time, even if we think someone is walking with us, we are always alone in our own unique experience of existence.
And here I am... walking the landscape of my life, with the echoes of my childhood still lingering in my ears, looking in every corner along my way to unfold my own present, and tossing my dreams far away ahead of me... so that I may find them one day in my future…
