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one night I was on a bus on the road. it was after some hard days. I was sad, angry, feeling lonely,afraid of future and so on...after two hours of listening to secret garden musics and thinking I was gettng calm slowly. I was watching out the window.watching darkness of night and what ever could be seen from  surrounding landscape. at the middle of the way suddenly some distant twinkling lights cought my attention...they were very familiar to me...more than most other things...far away twinkling lights in the night roads... may be it was one of my earliest memories in the life...I liked it. I thought and wonderd...that...I am doughter of travel...child of the roads...so I can't get tired! I can't surrender! I can't give up! I have to go on! from some where to another...from some day to another... I have to go on without surrender or getting tired...this is my sort of life. may be it is not easy and convenient. perhaps my goals are not easily accessible but I can't change it because it is something deep and old in my existence...traveling and withstanding its difficulties is as earliest as myself in my life...

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