Whenever I’m too old and remember everything that happens the last years, I wonder what would I think…
Will I feel devastated for how painful it was? Or confused maybe because of the weird games that destiny prepared for me? Or, on the other hand, might I be able to fell thankful for having a purpose once? If it was all three of them at the same time, I could say I’m completely happy. Because even with all that happened, I can say that I was completely happy for the time it lasted and even more important, I had a purpose in my life and from that I could understand what living really means.