Taking a glimpse at the lives we live, it’s more than clear that once we begin the journey, the destination is never close at hand, in fact it seems to always change, as we ourselves do through the unforgiving time. I constantly think of myself as nothing but a wayfarer, walking on some old paths that so many before me have walked upon; just another traveler in search of a place to rest for a while. And if, from time to time, I step pass a crossroad, I often find the choice having already been made, whether it is good or bad. Sometimes, no matter how much we want to take a certain path, chance makes that certain path impossible, out of reach… leaving the wayfarer hopelessly wandering further…
