I was thinking to myself: How many people experience real pleasure in this world? And what are the exact happy moments in this life?

We, humans, are fickle creatures. Sometimes we want to left alone and sometimes our hearts beat to be with other people. There are times that we are jealous of what others have, and sometimes we are generous and sensitive.

I want to see the real truth of my existence once I look in the mirror. I wish it was a mirror that would show people their reality. The original self, the one looking for joy endlessly, desperately like a thirty animal in the desert.

They may not even know that they want to find it, but it is true. An original self, without shells and cocoons, without usual cliches. A hidden truth that no one but ourselves knows about it.

I think if we find that true self, then we can give it the right food to experience true joy.

It is as if we want to feed an animal but we do not know what that animal is and what it eats. What is its real food? Does it eat grass or meat? Does it eat seeds or greens? And when we know that animal, we can know its true joy.