Every day i somehow find myself moving towards it. Like the slight indication to what my purpose in life could be was hidden somewhere deep inside me and i am very, very slowly yet consistently sneaking up on it, trying to catch a glimpse before it vanishes once again. Then i manage to see its shivering finger and am thoroughly sure i now know what it looks like. I start to imagine the impeccable refinement of its shapes, its simple genious and above all – its purity from all the selfishness in the world. It resembles the pursuit of idealism although the practical side of me seems to scream so loud that it shatters to million tiny pieces of glass, still shimmering in the sunlight casting their reflections on the wall as to remind me: „We were here, remember us!“ And i go on with my life as i have come to know it... empty, clueless, wandering around trying to catch another glimpse, even for just one second...