Life is not made of one path, nor is it made by paths that are obvious. It is made of winding roads that lead to dead ends, where people find themselves trapped and die, unable to find meaning in life. It is made of convoluted lanes that seem to have no end, as if life itself intends to drag out the resignation and regrets that each and everyone of us has tucked away deep within ourselves. It is made of an infinite amount of interconnected avenues that cross boundaries and walls, forcing peop