What do you feel when you finally come back home? One moment you realize, that time has passed so fast, and it will continue to pass this way further. You come here, and understand that many things became unfamiliar and so strange to you. You feel being out of this world. Stranger in a strange land. You feel that deep inside you're not kind of person that you used to be since you have left this place. And now, you come here so mature, and do not know how to adapt yourself to the fact that you lost something. Really, let's be honest. Don't you feel like your life has been at "Pause" button all the time? Or it's been a loooong sleep? You lived another life somewhere else. You had a long dream, and now you wake up. You want to see people who did not cross your way these 2 years. You walk along the streets and listen to songs that have been a background music to life you lived before. You feel that something deep inside is ruthlessly squeezing your heart. Once you leave your home, you start to realize that all the things in this world are irrevocable, non-recurring, and so fragile, easily coming out of your hands. And you see it falling down through your fingers. You can do nothing. I swear, such experiences make you realize that we live only once, and there's only ONE chance for everything. The more you realize that we go our ways only straight, you start passionly holding what is running out. We live like we'll never die. But nothing lasts forever. Wake up. Don't wait for the life to begin. It has begun. The time is NOW. Wake up. Wake up.