When I was a kid, I existed. I did not have much but I was happy without knowing why. I didn’t think about time. I didn’t try to understand life. I was just inside it. But even back then, I used to ask myself something strange. If I wasn’t here, Who would be in

We do the same things every day. We move to reach the evening. We wait for the weekend. We work toward a few days of rest, as if relief were always scheduled somewhere ahead. Then we turn our head. Days have passed. Years have passed. And we are still standing in the same place.