A wet walk.

Last night I had nightmares from reading the 3rd book of The Hunger Games.

Also, I was thinking about how much of my life I have already wasted in choosing wrong pathes to walk on, and about how much I can still get out of life. One path seems to be right for now, there is somebody who makes me actually feel like I am a bloody hell great person (and that's something I usually don't feel like).
But overall I did not come to a conclusion. Ongoing process. Right now starting with the more shallow questions: Do I want to buy a camper van or not? And do I want to go to Norway for holidays or again to Canada?