When I was a kid, I was afraid of crossing the road at most occasions. I remember once I spend almost 45 min to cross a two way road because of the cars. I remember vividly that it was a road over a bridge. Not a very busy road at most of the times but that day it was; busy like hell, to me at least.
Today I enjoy crossing the road with no caution what so ever, even could be said that I enjoy a little too much. Cross the roads running to the otherside of it, then back and forth. Makes no sense what so ever but hey, do I give a shit. Well, no!
I guess this is a way of expressing my resentment to myself of not being a big fan of crossing the lines as in things that might have consequences. But the question that bothers me mostly is the fact that I still want to know where is the line. And to get there I consequently you have to cross it.
Which is the dilemma, some might say it’s ethical, some might insist that it is fear of rejection. All I know for a fact everyday in life brings you a notch closer to not give a shit…
“Traffic” works in mysterious ways..!
Zekeriya Guser - Captivated conductor of my very own extraordinary journey. 
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