Every life is a journey.
Sometimes the journey is abrupt and confusing, like that of a third-world child living only a few years.
Sometimes the journey is long and static: the linear path of a well-off family man, leading to a comfortable retirement, grand-children, etc.
When I see scenes like this, I wonder on the subject’s journey of life – how, where and why, and what does it all mean?
I’m sure her journey has a lot of stories, both sad and happy.