Inevitably rises to the throat in the fourth ten question “Who am I and what is achieved in this life?” often becomes the reason for depression than for pride. There are always missed opportunities, embarrassing failure and a topic for extended reflection. At such moments, want to find something not spoiled real, the life in which you are, to put it mildly, not too were held. Outlet, obviously, two future, which nobody yet knows nothing, and the past, where, if desired, can always find something clean, promising, untouched by the curse luzerstva.