There is only a crane in the sky

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The small river that started high in the mountains was a frequent place for Cal in recent days. The murmur of water gave a feeling of freshness and put thoughts in order, but one of them occupied most of his time, did not give rest and forced to create and scroll another scenario in his head. The thought of how not to make a mistake fettered his actions, for it seemed to young Cal that mistakes would only distance him from his plan and make corrections to his already not exactly impeccable plans.
Usually, an hour before sunset, Cal use to come to the river and peered into its beauty, listened to its sound, enjoyed what was happening. The sidewalk along the river was a treadmill for some, a place for romantic walks and a place for walking pets, but for Cal it was a kind of adviser uttering wise words. The wisdom of which was yet to be realized. In the evening of the same day, Cal walked slowly along the sidewalk by the river, as before enjoying the sunset and the colors that accompany it. One by one, people who seemed interesting and not interesting at the same time were running by. Thinking what others are thinking and what they are pursuing, my own life will pass by, just as silently and quickly as the very people who run up and down daily in the thoughts of which I so often and uselessly want to get in, Cal concluded. Having decided to find an interlocutor, Cal considering people passing by, expected from anyone to show interest to his personality, while slowly walking down the promenade.
If a person wants to achieve something, it doesn't matter if it is business or the simplest need, such as to quench thirst, hunger and the like simple things, he needs to act. In other words, expecting an interlocutor I will receive much less than if I find him myself. Then a logical question followed - what would I like to talk about with people who are nothing to me? Cal stopped and, in some confusion, tried to answer himself, to understand - to comprehend what was happening in his head. After all, as it turned out, he didn't need any interlocutor at this time, but needed the right question, which he managed to ask himself and the answer to which would be of great benefit to Cal, who had just begun his journey to success.

After some distance, Cal paid attention to a battered black leather-bound notebook, several pages of which were torn out and laid at the side of the sidewalk along which he walked slowly. The usual route of the walk was almost passed, the sun in scarlet colors continued on its way, and Cal turned back slowly and with pleasure inhaled the pleasant air with a taste of coolness and freshness. Passing by a notebook and scattered sheets, this time he decided not to turn an eye to the rubbish spoiling the world around him and, folding the sheets into a notebook, took them with him, intending to send them to a garbage bin near his house. High-quality leather binding sat nicely in his hand and the notebook condition looked good, picking up the sheets he managed to spot ticks, numbers and inscriptions that meant nothing to him. Flying in the clouds on the way back, he suddenly saw the gates to the courtyard of the house, looking back and then slightly raising his hand in which he comfortably held the notebook that once belonged to someone, Cal, either because of a desire to not go to the garbage bin, although it was not located far away, or for no reason at all, decided to enter the house. The aroma of fresh pastry could not but rejoice all the dwellers at home, and especially Cal, who had probably returned with an empty stomach. Keys, a notebook and some small change were put on a pedestal near a large mirror, where usually everything that you need to take with you when leaving the house lay. With the end of the meal, everyone went about their business, Cal plunged into the Internet, watching motivational videos, news of the day and so on. The sky was covered with stars and the light in the neighboring windows one by one began to fade, in the silence of the night, sounds of flying sport cars were heard from time to time, fueling the desire to possess them and everything else that this world could offer. Stand on the sidelines or conquer the road, the road to the top, the view from which will be more beautiful and the air is fresher. Just how to do it? With a slight perplexity, he asked himself this question and fell a sleep.

The most useful early waking up habit that Cal repeatedly tried to acquire in himself, was still far from him. At a distance no less than a victory over oneself. That is why Cal was still sleeping, and meanwhile the sun was rising gently above the horizon. To meet the dawn, Cal preferred not to go to bed, although he had the desire to wake up early and live a full day. It was easier. Many contradictions on the one hand and on the other hand had their arguments and excuses. One of them was an early rise. Cal from birth was one of the few who truly loved freedom. Kindergarten, school and university were an overwhelming burden for him, and all adults tirelessly repeated to him about laziness, irresponsibility and other shortcomings. If you indulge in memories, this was the case. The school where classes were held from 8.00 in the morning, once and forever repelled the desire to receive education by traditional methods and the entire elementary school, and indeed, as with the entire period of study, Cal with great difficulty got up from a comfortable bed. It was not about the time of rising up, but of why the rising up was needed. Education is certainly good, but for  Cal, conventional methodology was extremely boring. The teachers only spoke the material and then encouraged or punished with grades in the journal. Almost everyone was inspired - good grades is good life. Cal on a subconscious level, rejected this claim. After graduation, the story repeated, but now it was more expensive and had more serious consequences, and the habit of an early rise remained unfulfilled.