Which future we go, if the daily is counted in every step? We have strings so loyal that they are so familiars to us, the little wait, tire us. We want more, strive to have more, but what is offer to us are the youth limits... We still have time, they tell us. Time to get there, the next level of life, because we are still young without yet being it, because our experience is not enough, because we owing everything that others have built for us. And we will be working, dragged in the vain hope that we will achieve what we want.