To whomever it may concern.

       Have you ever been in point of your life when you have no damn idea who the hell is starring back at you in mirror?
For most of the time I pretend I know what I'm doing with my life. Actually, some people say they envie me confidience about my choises.
 But the truth is - it's all lies. 
        There is so many possibilities in which I end up happy or sad, with or without family, free or caged, on  the road or never leaving one town, having a cat or a dog, having a roof over my head or being homeless. 
There's about  a thousand different possibilities with about bilion different paths that can lead me to them.  Time's flying and I still haven't choose any.      
        It's all about when and what I decide. I know that somehow, someday I will choose my paths. One by one. I can control at least few of my decisions. But I can't control time.

Who am I?
What path will I choose?
What person will make me my choises?

        I'm not afraid of death, life, spiders, terrorism, etc. I'm afraid of time.