I float. The invisible forces keep me suspended in the invisible water, air. I twirl. And I fall. Down. Down. Down. I see. My feet are back where they belong. The exact path that millions have trotted before me. The path that everyone follows. The one way to reach the perfect end. I look back to where I don't belong. Up. Up. Up. I see the invisible waters calling to me. They yearn for me to float, no, to soar. So many possibilities, ideas, but there is no perfect end in sight. The water’s calls fade away into a ringing in my ear. And I look to the path that millions had trotted before me and resigned to my fate. I walk to my “perfect” end with an incoherent attitude to my future.