How much a man can be lost on his own way of life. Sometimes the only thing that might be done is to run away. And run even faster. And run even further. And run away until you can hardly breathe. Run to the nearest hill. To the nearest meadow. Just there, where you are able, when stretching on your toes, to truly touch the sky. There, where you absolutely feel that you are once again gaining the wings of freedom. There, where your heart draws the right path of your heartbeat, your breath, your life. Then you are where you should be. Then you are where you can start from scratch again.