I must say that time is a dark reality, nothing comes, everything goes, but happiness is high, unreachable, beautiful, big or small, it is not the problem as I am concerned it is how to continue to pretend what i am, it seems obvious to me that everything is okay, then why continue to tell miself that it could continue, I dig the rest of my brain and I came to the conclusion that if it feels good it is for a reason that escapes to me, I am not yet arrived at the top of the explanation, I would say that I am still at base camp, but for years I live quietly, nothing motivates me, I live day to day, hopefully, in the morning, evening, hour, minute, all is well, it's been years that I live well, then why it does be so beautiful, I do not understand why I am well, sometimes it annoys me, but this is rare, most of the time I did not question, I live as the flower grows, it is a strange power that allow us to win over the face of gravity, the tiny flower to the big elephant, we are all able to lift up the load off the shoulders, that weight every morning we rise to get up bed, small moments which should  give more importance, when we get up we should thank God, from this little pile of mud, he made a human being able to think only of himself, but also able to love another person to the point of feel well for decades, it is amazing how modernity wants to forget that happiness is mostly a prayer thrown into the crowd, nothing exists, everything goes,