Turn around. Stop going looking just in front of you, following your imaginary goal. Just stop for a minute and notice that there are some people around you. Slow down. Here comes somebody you don't know yet. The incorruptible look of his eyes seems familiar. Maybe, he is you, just a lot younger. Not always we recognize ourselves when we're younger. Yet nothing ever happens on the Earth tracelessly, and youth that passed is eternal also. Well, we were so young... Well, we loved so sincerely... And well, we believed in ourselves...
