“When I was fifteen, all I wanted was to go off to some other world, a place beyond anybody’s reach. A place beyond the flow of time.”
- But there’s no place like that in this world.
- Exactly. Which is why I’m living here, in this world where things are continually damaged, where the heart is fickle, where time flows past without a break.” 
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

I'm not sure I wanted it at 15. Probably I didn't realize the brokenness and damage of this world so much. I mean, I surely saw and felt it, but couldn't understand its fatality. I think more than escaping I yearned for life. For LIFE. But who can remember it all...
It's now that I dream about a "place beyond...". But still I yearn for LIFE!