Sometimes we are lonely bears… lost in the woods, searching for food, searching for a shelter… We walk following some tracks left by another bear or another animal to hunt. We now are the ones who leave the tracks behind, making them part of our past, part of our path.
We try to find the truth through the search of our own thoughts. And then we stop to admire the view, maybe the past.. we might find some good things, good old times always last. But wait! We don’t have to live in the past, we are hunters in a world of opportunities, where we must complete the master plan with the decisions we make….