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We all are constantly giving leaps into the unknown in our lives, and I know that because we all are arrested in this game that is life without an answer sheet. We’re waking up and going to work without knowing what different could happen, if the crisis in Venezuela it’s close to the end or if the One Direction will finally rescue the peace in the world and come back with a new album. We’re used to having the answer for everything on the tip of the tongue, but how could we if we barely know if we will get in-home safe and wake up the next day? If we agree with Socrates, we will recognize that the only thing that we know is that we know nothing, and the best answer to this crazy game is trying to learn every second as you can. I started musing about this after my biggest leap into the unknown. I was 11 years old and was enjoying what I labeled today as my “gold time”, because, besides I was a kid and didn’t have any huge worry, I was perfectly happy living in my small city in the Rio de Janeiro, where I started a music class in school and was very engaged with my amateur flute. And guess what? One Direction still was together. Not that I’m saying that this is a signal to good things or something, but basically it is. So, one day, the news came to my golden castle: we would move to another state, three thousand miles away. The fact of leaving everyone and everything that I knew behind, without money or even a house, made me desperate and scared of the unknown. It was with fear and feeling totally impaired in the possible musician career that I get in the car with my bag including only essential things: my clothes, flute, the One Direction CDs and magazines. And thanks to all the relatives goodbye presents, that were home utilities in the most, I couldn’t see more than the copilot seat in front of me, and to save money on the moving truck, we added belongings wherever it fits in the car. It was seated in the curtains from my aunt, with my feets disputing space with the mini clothesline and with pillows stacked with the bags of food that we passed three days on the road until our destination. In the first hours I made a plan to support that terrible travel, that was: a) eating the maximum of food I could during the day, that way I could stretch my body to some circular blood; b) develop my flute habilities during the day; and c) listening to my One Direction songs in my cellphone, once the radio car was without signal. It was a very good plan if I: a) had not was nauseated to eat during the car movement; b) had not forgotten my music partiture in the box in the truck and; c) forget that cellphones, someday, unload. So, after 13 hours on the road and play "what’s makes you so beautiful" for the thousandth time, I decided to stop and stare at the window. My parents were looking for some radio station available while my brother was putting my “a” plan in practice. I observe the plantations under a small village while we pass by, wondering a serial of things about it routine. When all the questions were ended, I realized that the village was far behind, and maybe I never find any of those things out. Maybe the reason that I was so mad about this travel it’s the fact that I have a lot of questions about the unknown, but it’s not the kind of question that can be answered. Was when the radio finally tuned, and the music that broke into the car makes me realize that everyone, someday, will have a leap in the unknown, not because they’re adventurers, but because they’re alive. And changes are not bad after all if you learn how to adapt yourself and do this with a great song. At that moment, I start to do it. And guess what was the song?