I was walking alone. I remember I was. Though I could see a lot of others walking along, I knew they were not really friends. They were others.
So I just walked alone. And I often took rest, got up and walked again, looked back, said something to myself, got cold and took pain, slept, all just by myself. But it was nothing serious. I was not swimming over the sea waves or climbing through the mountain jungle. Road had always been prepared in front of me. There was no need to cut my own path at all.
I could only see easy plain road. I do not know whether I would be happier if something else had been found and tried. And in fact I was not interested in other possibilities, because I did not really see other than the road I was on.
It was so difficult to walk off the road. I knew how hard it would be to strive for the way on my own. No. Actually no. As I did never even try it at all. So I did never learn how I could or could not. I never left the road prepared in front of me. I was not even scared as I did not know anything.
