Trail

A man walks along his path. He just got to the crossroads. To the right, he can shrink a bear, in the left-wolves to surround it. The man stops, wonders and laughs what time do you take, my God? If he walks, he does not know if so he finds it. Is not it so often in life? Go forward, just see-stop! He carried the cross heavily to Golgotha, you do not know what awaits you in the future. It is a difficult task to decide, countless answers to give. Almost, shattered, you have no power. Time flies without understanding. So life passes short, suppose you go right, in a small curve trail you are right, and the onion is gone, just see. Without this back, forward, left, right, the earth is full of saints, and so it is dangerous and dangerous, we are alive, even blind. But the mistakes they give us give us, for our new ones, we have an idea. To be alive they allow us.