Despite the big existentialist crisis I feel almost every day, I remember there is always someone who does not have time to think about such issues. There is always someone who struggles just to survive. My work clock then ticks a little bit faster, and I feel almost comfortable in the morning bus at 6 a.m. I don’t think about being a young homeowner in an unstable market. We cannot possibly overcome all of our insecurities, but we can help to provide for those in need (and feel good about it). Maybe the time is a circle, but if it is, I mean we can destroy it.