Time is running as if the wind was thinking badly about itself and its own natural speed and acceleration, not being able to keep up with time's own capability to travel much faster. Snow flakes whisper to each other about what madness it is to feel time being chowed down their throats, melting their inner core from the very inside.

I just keep on working right now. I don't have a single second to lose and I love to know that the very hard work that can devastate my single mind, is something that I simply want to do. I guess it challenges my own capabilities too, and I don't care if I some day fall apart because of this. That will only prove that I have tried too hard, and for me there's nothing like doing the impossible.

Imagine, it's not only the studies of these subjects I study at school, but there's also the study of music and to know the position of an artist. I'd like to do both programs as much as possible. Just knowing that it is impossible, enthralls me and gives me some kind of naive adrenaline. But at the same time, I need to know that it requires a lot of energy. I refer to my family. I have no idea how they'll handle my behaviour after going on to such hard work in a timeless constant. You know, it's not easy to not fall into egoism.

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