time to go home for him

Madame Rapunzel has added a photo to the pool:

Push carts.. Each one is owned by a unique person. Maybe they look just like the man we see in the photo, however considering the inside, they just may not be. Maybe the day was terribly boring and exhausting or efficient and productive.. It doesn't matter so much when he is on his way to home. Now finally it is time for him to heal his wounds.

I always think that, each day we try to survive. Although many of us have really good conditions and locations to do this, who can have any idea about the mentally conditions we have? So far I was kind of a person who doesn't let anyone to hurt her more than she would do herself. It is probably caused by the time I didn't like myself. Each second I forced myself to change and get rid of all damn bad habits I have. Now I like myself and my life that I build with my hand getting wounded each day, however I still think about the time that I hurt myself, the time that I left some parts of life damaged and inside of the dark.

I believe there are people like me somewhere outside. We are trying to create a new life by getting wounded each single day by the present, past and unknown future.