The ones who have run out of the path know what is before them. At the beginning, everyone runs in a pack. But at one moment, the line begins to become rare. And there is always one person who leads it. He is alone. So alone. But he is made this way. In him, the wish is encoded to be the first one. And he is happy of that! He may need somebody to talk with but this somebody has to be able to keep his pace, to have the exact abilities as his – not more, not less. But this happens very rarely. One of the two is always faster and the other one stays behind. This is the path of life! And all these who have run out of it and have tied their shoes, know that. They know that there will be very few moments of exchanged lines and looks. The main thing will be loneliness. And the better you are, the more lonely you will be. And the greatest loneliness will be for the first ones. Some admire them, others hate them, everybody looks at them. But no one loves them. In order to love, you have to be able to run with the other person, if you lag behind, he may turn back for a moment but already in the past there will be a smile, look, word. That’s it! He will go on. Because this is how he is made – to be the first!