All my life I always helped others. Helped friends, family, relatives and even strangers. I helped find love for most of my friends. But i forgot about myself. It always happens that when you try to be good, fate throws you overboard? And then one day you sit on the couch and do something to change in your life. Common situation? Some begin to rush to extremes, others end their attempts with a three-day diet. And I chose the path of the search for love. I wanted something so unattainable, magical, something that I missed all my life. I wonder how it all ends. It’s like you are sitting in the hall watching an interactive movie called "your life" in which you often lose control and events that fate will bring are completely unpredictable. Good, bad, tragic, funny, amazing, weird and even funny. And what should we do? Try to reist or completely surrender to chance? Many philosophers and historians wrote about this, but what about us? We are not the smartest philosophers and we definitely did not write Thus Spoke Zarathustra. But we always have one life, and accordingly one opportunity to assemble the puzzle of our life from the most pleasant pieces. Of course, sometimes inappropriate pieces will come across for our picture but in general they will not be able to prevent us from assembling the puzzle that you want to see so much. There is no choice without consequences. So that people do not leave the hall when watching your interactive movie, you need to carefully choose which part of the puzzle to insert a picture of your life.