When did you last time think about the meaning of life? Not about the Monthy-Phyton-Meaning-of-Life, but about meaning of your own life? I used to do this quite often. The best times for this kind of hard thinking were the hours I spent in busses travelling from Viljandi to Tartu and back. And i allmost figured it out, at least I think I did. But few days ago I discovered, that I haven't done it for a long time, and I'm not sure about my earlier ideas anymore. I guess I have changed, or my life has changed... Now I have to think again :) But first I have to figure out at what time I have to be in buss station tomorrow morning, and leave to Tartu. And then I'm gonna think about how to get back to Viljandi... The meaning of life... yeah...