I went out as usual for every Saturdays. Now I wonder, how many Saturdays will I have. I am currently eighteen, been through only 864 different Saturdays. Life is really short when mathematics is involved. I like traveling alone on weekends, especially when I listen to my favourite tracks from the mp3 player I carry with me, and looking at the surroundings concurrently. Sometimes, a certain song at a certain place will bring back good old memories, the peacefulness of flashbacks enhance the traveling experience. We should really slow down our pace, especially on weekends. A good breath of the morning breeze, a nice shower and take our time to have breakfast, then go out alone without any destination. The journey promises to be more than meaningless. The road you walk on; the things you touch, they all have their stories of existence.
Music is the best companion human will have, when loneliness strikes.
