It came to me today, that life will never be perfect, we will never be happy.
We will always chase something better than this moment. Something bigger, brighter, more interesting. It will all disappear, in one moment it will go just as it came.
Too much of the responsibility our happiness is.
Because we don't own our life, it belongs to the time. The only tiny little thing we have is this moment. This is what makes it so painfully beautiful. We are warriors against the time. The time when we grow up, we grow wiser, our parents die, our friends die and our life flies away in front of our miserable consciousness.
We are constantly moving miniature atoms. We don't belong to anything, we are only driven by our desire to be happy. By the energy of the universe we are forced from one places to another one, these will shape us, make us stronger. But there will be never a moment when we feel, this is it. It's a complete enlightenment, an illumination to its fullest. We'll be always just trying to pursue that image of perfection.
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