Rare are the ones who remain on the road and scramble with breath-taking speed to the top. They do not know the answer, but still persist on the road of personal legend, convinced that blessing waits for them at the end of the road. As the pace of your progress becomes faster, increasingly demanding, complex, more personal, they rely only on themselves and begin to believe in the whatever they do, revealing that they are actually lonely in the wide world, in a duel with Lord the of the Universe where they sharp their weapons of self-confidence and struggle with the challenges of existence. They are alone with themselves, no one else is important, no one else is needed, no one else is visible. Only the two eyes are important that see the misty vision in a distant future.
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