My life nowadays could be compared to a car-chasing dog: excited and active, but somehow pointless and stupid. Nah, I´m not depressed or anything... it´s just that there´s a certain stage in your life when you occasionally stop and wonder "what have I been doing with my life up to now?". My current answer is: chasing cars. As a metaphor, we could say that the cars I chase are those big life goals that are not supposed to be ran after, but gradually and unadvisedly enjoyed (e.g.: "hey... I´M IN LOVE!"). It´s just that it´s sometimes so boring and frustrating just waiting for things to happen. I wish I could haste my fate just a little. Find a nice girl, buy a nice apartment, find out my objective on Earth... small stuff. While none of these happen, I´ll squeeze out every drop of happiness from every moment... maybe THIS is how you haste your fate.