“We have never done that before!” (There is an overwhelming slide from the end to the end.) My favorite poster in the universe where I studied.

I am sure that from our habits we build our own inner prisons. I had years of driving from home to work and back on the same route. I have nothing to remember about those trips.

But my trips to other cities, and especially to wild places, I remember days, and often even minutes. Fighting and the first kisses - here you can remember for seconds.

I can’t remember exactly anything about a whole couple of years of traveling in the subway to my current job. Comfortable, fast, but it is a wasted time. Once I helped bring the suitcase to a cute girl and talked to her - oh, I remember it very well. At that moment I happened to live on the road not in vain and with pleasure. But only one in her.

In the third year, I realized that in the office can be great. I thought about it before, but it looked awful on the map. Half a hundred unknown crossings, the crossing of which will lose a lot of time. Dangerous imagination painted thousands of coping in traffic jams and a hot-footed driver who would finally stifle me. Imagine yourself coming to work wet from sweat - colleagues and partners will hide. He is fed.

Because of this, I lost a couple of years in the subway. Then I did the adult question. I found a massage room with a shower next to my office. Agreed for cheap. Find the optimal route. I got to work faster than by subway, and much more interesting. On the big it was possible in a couple of minutes to roll in a lunch break to the nearest park. Life has blossomed with new colors.

But one day this route became a habit. His biggest mistake was that he was too correct, optimistic. I have nothing to remember about him again - all the buildings on the road have long been blurred. Well, sorry pedals, rushed to work for the hundredth time. Sometimes looking around.

“There is only one shortest path, and there are countless ways that are longer and more difficult. Walk by them, for any, even the most convenient path, twice taken, is in vain for the second time." - An ancient Chinese proverb

Sometimes fate regrets the luxury of freedom of choice given us. Usually this happens when we start to squeeze. A good pencil replaces our wings. This summer, my shortest path was thoroughly excavated in the garden ring. I spent an amazing hour there crawling from board to board along the left-out narrow passages, and I will never forget that hour. But I will not repeat.

He began to build circular routes and discovered a completely different Moscow for himself. Quiet desert streets, previously unknown churches, parks, mansions and mansions. There is a lot of shadow, green, almost no transportation and lighting. It was much more pleasant to ride than on a gased ring. I need to get up a little earlier. But I’m now every morning and every evening like a tourist trip through a huge city. Who could not even see it, even having lived here all his life.

Everyone has their way, of course. No one surrendered to these great ones. I wish unique to everyone. “All people are like people, and I am like X. on the plate” is the recipe for a happy and unforgettable life.

* Chinese proverb invented for a spicy colourite ;)