Everything is made out of moments but we think that they have duration. This is just another of our many illusions. Why do I get carried away even though I already know that? My ups and downs become insignificant when I don't give them emphasis; therefore I'd better tune in to another station and that's it.
We all seek the reason for our existence and when we find it we once again seek other things, more difficult and deeper ones. So, peace of mind never comes and we are left with a subtle uneasiness and sorrow. When shall we finally discover what our eyes and our senses cannot spot?
Now everything in my life has a different colour and a different value. Whatever I took for granted, now seems to have been given to me for the first time. Everything has a magical perfection and everything radiates a unique light and colour as if freshly painted.
There are infinite paintings of unbelievable beauty around me, which I simply did not see in the past...