Where would you go, if you could go to any place in the world?
What would you do to get to know your limits?
What would you say to those you leave behind?
How can your heart ever be fixed again when, with every new friend you meet, they will get one piece you’ll never find again?
What are you so eager to find on your way and which part of it will you bring back home? Will it merely be some kind of accessories or will it maintain some kind of meaning after so many years?
But most of all, will you look back and think “Those were the best Days of my Life!” and drown in nostalgia of the old days and never want to see a new sun rise?