Just before accepting ourselves as adults, there was a period when we were trying to decide as to how we would like to live our lives. We continued to live entangled with our nomadic emotions. Those were the times when we thought it was going to end, we were going to go a better time, that we had not reached the promised land yet. Many lives were lived; amazing, sad, bad or good. We realised that our nomadic emotions weren't sufficient enough to protect us. Time passed. Some decided to stay, some move to other destinations. We said 'take care' to each other and followed different paths. I think that was for the better.