Over the years, first a child gradually dies in us, then a romantic. We become heavy on the rise, it is difficult for us to get off the ground, to take on a new business. We are more and more clinging to the old, obsolete, we are afraid of change like fire, we are in no hurry to let strangers into our world, fearing to break our heart again. We are scared to lose what has been accumulating inside for years, and we are overgrown with a shell of iron principles, so long as no one touches the soul. We bury ourselves alive during our lifetime, leaving our dreams and desires somewhere in a rotten chest of drawers in the attic of an old house. We lose our taste for life, existing in an automatic mode, where one day is similar to another. In the morning, opening your eyes, wake up not only with your body, but also with your soul. Let the wind of change into your stuffy rooms and remember who you really are. Get out of yourself your "crazy", hidden deep inside, but not yet forgotten, dust it off and smile. Can you feel yourself filling with life? This is all it, a little motor, albeit a grain of adventurism, which is still alive. It is she who kindles sparks in your eyes and makes your heart sigh sweetly in anticipation of delight. Go ahead and do not be afraid of anything, the only thing that is really scary in this life is to lose yourself. Don't let it.