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You wake up in the morning and look at the time. It doesn't matter, you'll always feel you'd like to be in bed for a while more. You get dressed, put your shoes on, brush your teeth and go wherever you have to. Most of your day is connected with this place you go to. You'll have lunch and, maybe, come back to it. You can call it office, school, college, whatever, this is your occupation, your main line, the thing you must get done. You have some interaction. You talk, chat, phone and e-mail lots of people you like, dislike or don't give a shit about. You look at the time again: time to go home. I know, sometimes you don't go home directly, you have secondary activities. A sport you practice, a friend you'll meet, whatever. But some time you'll get home and this is what matters. You just came back to the first scenario, your home, your stuff, your world. Many things you like to do, heaps of ideas you have to implement, but you never have enough time. It doesn't matter who you are, where you live or what you do, your finite time cannot compete with your infinite mind. Time to go to bed. Tomorrow'll be the same; whatever. Weekends. Week again. Weekends. Holiday, vacations, routine again. Parties, people, places, friends; you'll always miss somebody. You'll always miss somewhere you've been to. You study, you grow up, you graduate, you grow up, you find a job; you are always embracing changes. Whatever, it doesn't matter. 'Cause you get always back to the same place: yourself. This is where you'll always be. This is never changing. Whatever.