luck is a folly, I was comfortably settled in my life, I controlled when one evening I realized as I got older, what, how, I still thought to be young enough to tell me that everything was fine just, but that I get to where I can not sit quietly somewhere, I have to anticipate to go to the next step, it is still along the road it will also one day how to turn right, see something new and then say that the time is not chosen, the life force is amazing, everything is there, you never can tell anything, it's time to act, so what, but when Similarly, each in his lot, decided long ago somewhere in eternity, life lasts only a minute in the history of the cosmos, but it is very well prepared, as if it wanted man living his dreams it is odd, I thought I could handle myself, but I have to admit that the action plan in the unconscious environment is the fact of the great blast, this is understandable as long to launch far the chance to defeat the beast, for it is now off, she sleeps, it is I'm not sure you want to do something else, I still think a thought that goes into the ability to believe that each day brings satisfaction, n is not that great, every hour is possible, there was transparency, but here it is filled with something new, I do not know what to call it, it's loud, it's brutal, it from afar and it is what I expected, but still if you can still make a jump that should not go far, just one pass in the day, more, less, a force in the area close personal interests and forward unabated because nobody expected me alone I build a fort that would allow me to live quietly