New ways

Roads. An image, for some reason very pleasant for me.
It is pleasant both to be to me on the journey, and to expect road, and to look at road.

Images of road, they any inspiring, not finished.

Probably, because she allows to think, concentrate in silence from the Internet, a mobile phone, a city...

But the road has property to come to an end, come to deadlock or to disperse...

It can echoes of beginning middle age, and it does not frighten, but I would not wish to be in the past there, where now. More truly I would like to be in other place.

There is nothing bad now. There is simply sensation, what not all is good, is not excellent more truly.

Recollecting itself I wished to be in other environment, to be engaged in an another matter. In what I am engaged very much even anything, but I something search...

The purpose is reached when cease to search

Both in women, and in work, both in an environment, and in money, employment...

There is no calmness. Probably I the person of process, instead of the purpose. The road or searches to me is more interesting, than a final stop with a prize...

Though probably correctly to reach and lay down the new aim. And I for some reason do not wish to reach, I wish to change on the middle road.

To change friends and an environment? To change in what I am engaged?
I have changed for a year both that and another. Became happier? Yes is not present...

In any case it is necessary to make the decision. Or to choose other direction, or to search for new road.