I'm still in the middle of my journey. Downwards, only fog on the way, the path can not be distinguished, and barely I can remember anything from the past, even don't know if it's worthy to try. Upwards, the same fog, in an uncertain path. Don't know where to go, where my steps are directed, maybe this uncertainty is a kind of blessing for me. Having nothing clear, anything isn't an absolute "truth". Fog down the path, same fog up the same path.

My bags do not weigh, just my lightweight luggage on the back. Certainties do not attract me, nor horizons clear defined, as only they serve to override our will. If all went well for us, if all we desired was shown so obvious, if we were so perfect ... then we'd begin to slow down, to stop and at that very moment, we'd begin to die just a little.

So, I use to welcome uncertainty and I'm not afraid of being in the middle of nowhere and clearly marching "TO NOWHERE", not discerning where or when, that makes me to be always so alive, then ... looking for "what"?...