We live in a hurry. We want be perfect. We want be as they are. We want be likeable, but we want be diifferent at once. We race with the others. We race with ourselves. We race with life. And the only winner is the death, anyway.

Sometimes we need to calm down our thoughts, look up the sky and think. Think. Re-think, who we really are and where we want to go. Without chasing perfect image of uncatchable life.