First of all I must confess that I am not obsessed with the new trajectory that my life has taken. If there's one thing I can explain without fear of making a mistake, it's that I've never felt as free as I do now. I have already spent a year without a professional job and it seems that I have become accustomed to not having suffered one. You change the key from one day to the next, and as soon as you realize it, not only the body but also the mind responds appropriately to the new situation. You don’t have feelings of guilt; you don’t even notice any signs of subjective triumph in you. Almost the perfect state of the person.

When you were young, you had to go forwards. It made you look to the left and right, even if you had the colour you could find along the way. And I have to say that going through this raw and incomplete field of art had great difficulties, because the future never offers an exact photograph, but a blurry and semi-blurred image. It has to be done without a map, so go ahead in your youth, making it a little tricky to guess where the milestones are. The blows are like that, but after all, that’s what it’s like to go up in life, to take the step after calculating the risk, that is, sometimes without realizing that the floor can be straw. The balance of life is full of experience, and not everyone can be pleasant.

Once we passed from youth to the period that we could call the second season, we came to think that we were well dressed in the knowledge of the first station, not even aware of what we were as orphans in the wisdom of life. Anyway, we gave him advice because he paid for it. We educated our children in the belief that we could do it in perfection. And we drew new edges of clouds, because we thought the ones above the head weren't enough. The more comfortable our living space was, the softer, the more attractive, the more supposedly better compared to others, the more mardulous our egoistic ego was. We walked with our eyes closed, our hearing reduced by the noise outside, and it seemed to us that we were going the right way, because we were braver than the others. Moments of choice were our particular intersection, but if we were to invent it was inevitable that we had to take risks. However, there was always some anchor that prevented the long journey.

The approaching end of that world that brought us responsibility in the ruins of the second season and made us feel comfortable made us cry out “oh, my God!” as pitifully as trembling. “This is over!” In a sigh of terror, our eyes opened and our ears sharpened. And we started looking for advice, as if we had suddenly realized that the experience we had accumulated so far did not offer magic formulas. With nowhere to go, we were approaching the gate of the third season faster than we would have liked.

And the day came... Even going through it. Changing the pace of our lives, we drifted into the beginning, wondering if we would be able to come up with new approaches. But the questioning was not prolonged, because even if we were not prepared for the qualities of the third season, the change of direction is based on voluntary exercise, and we were close to taking the helm of the boat into our own hands to continue through the open sea of life. We knew nothing about the new journey.

We're third-season sailors right now. In the course of society, I am sure that a fourth stage will soon have to be invented, as the margins of the age district, which has increasingly long milestones, are being filled with people. The biggest satisfaction I’ve had from the boat so far has been that I’m the only helmsman on my boat and I’m not willing to give up that right.