we should go For the most part, suddenly. Some moved with a particular goal or undertaking, however not very many were recalled. Some of them for good and some for awful. What's more, a couple, chose ones, have joined both in themselves in the most lovely mix of effortlessness where great doesn't do without evil, where the light side enlightens the dim, similar to Dučić's relentless race of white and dark ponies, and tracked down an enlightened, right way in the tricky round of presence. . Go to the page. half And Emina is on her way through the phases of life. Submissively, all together, she counts the hours, days, long stretches of time, trusting that the hour of freedom will drop from her. For what reason is my street so cold? Why, and I just passed the last part of the way? Squeezed by contemplations about the mystery composed task and the conviction that this very much trampled, dreary way she is following isn't hers yet that it was forced on her, she gazed at the screen on which the review of her life started. She saw a chasm of twirling considerations and sentiments and a heart with a woodcut sitting on it. She seemed to be a miserable interesting jokester who engages the climate. She was a worker modestly hanging tight in line for some karma. Maybe he is a transient who asks for what is given gently to other people. The jewelry of constant experience hung around the neck has turned into a rope that squeezes to an ever increasing extent, not permitting him to inhale, think, live. Crushed and profoundly mindful of reality that drove everybody to perceive how slim the line is among affection and disdain, genuine and stunning, and that it is so natural to contact the opposite side of reason, she chose to assume control over her life. She left the line and won't ever stand by it from now onward. He won't hang tight for satisfaction, yet will go on an excursion to search for it. The choice is just hers. Furthermore, that ,there could be as of now not a line for her. Nothing more will be tolerated ! She consumed around 50% of her time on earth attempting to be essential to other people, the other half will be hers alone. Thus, in the quest for the importance of presence, it was separated into two sections. With the first, what she was and the second, what is presently, similar to a mirror broken and stuck, made to see 1,000 faces however only one is valid, sets out on a questionable excursion through the last part of the way on the phase of life, with a pledge not to think back. *** May 25, 2001, 8:00 a.m. Emina is preparing for a brief excursion. She went out traveling, via vehicle, to go through the day. Spring stirred the craving for change, for development. She yearns for air, sun and opportunity. She went alone, with practically no clarification to anybody, and the need to have organization. She stayed away from everybody. She needed to be separated from everyone else. To keep away from individuals he doesn't have any idea, and he must accompany them. He frequently asks himself: How might I endure the presence of such individuals? It's each of the an issue of currently fabricated connections, level of closeness, level of scorn, understanding and aversion. Albeit, a look can be torment, a discussion can be torment, and a few choices can be practically lethal. She went on the excursion for one explanation just, to be distant from everyone else. 8:30 a.m. The vehicle stalled at the entry to a town, a couple of meters before a little yet protected house. Here is your samoje! Presently she is searching for a jack of all trades in the town herself, and thumping on individuals' doors.He takes a gander at the town, at the vehicle, at the house, at himself, hopelessly, weakly. in Where would it be advisable for me to go? All things considered, for what reason would it be advisable for me to leave? All streets are composed with privileged insights. Lifestyles mazes. Do you go? Every one of the ways follows various predeterminations. Is the one we picked bound for us? Woman of destiny. We need to accept that we picked him. Perhaps it's simpler as far as we're concerned like that. Also, is it generally? We need to go, we can't return. There is no remedy. What we did - we did. Or then again are our ways written in a few mystery, grandiose books of information. Our streets are essential for a maze. To escape the dimness, long stretches of looking, meandering, and getting back to the start follow. Many get worn out and surrender. Then, you dig new streets, make alternate ways, yet there is no light, so there is no light. A couple of flashes of light in obscurity give the misleading expectation that you have discovered a way, however when you get to the source, you see that it is a fascinatingly tricky play of light, that it has played with you and bamboozled you. There is no chance to get out. It rests up against the vehicle. She contemplates