If we accept as an axiom that the surrounding reality is a product of consciousness and perception — and that the conscious (aware) part is unconditional — then for anything to fully become “real,” it must first be perceived (recognized).
Everything that can constitute reality happens. Every element of reality happens.
And all of them are fleeting.
In the world of reality — the “real” world — there is nothing permanent. Not a single constant exists except for one element that is always present: ourselves.
Since every other element that our being perceives (except for our own personality) is impermanent, it would be deeply strange to build happiness upon those unstable elements.
Otherwise, we would be forced to worry constantly that the “sources of happiness” might run dry.
But truly — is that even possible?
Life would then become a chase not even for happiness itself, but for its imaginary sources.
Not to mention: the feeling those sources provide could, at best, be called pleasure — precisely because all of them are temporary.
Therefore, the only true source of happiness must be the only constant in any person’s reality: the core of their own being.
For the first time in my life,
I am not afraid for love.
I am not attached to any outcome.
But I am absolutely ecstatic about what I feel…
Letting go of the past — it has already been lived.
Letting go of the present — another magical present will come.
Not chasing the future — it will arrive on its own.
Savoring the moment — each one unique.
Each moment — a precious diamond.
Each — colored in its own shade…
In 64 billion colors.
No — in an infinite number of colors.
Colors that never repeat.
Each moment — an astonishing bouquet of images, sounds, outer and inner sensations, feelings, temperatures, touches…
Scents…
Suddenly, I have become pure sensation.
And my “I” disappeared into the endless stream of the Universe…
Everything has fallen into place.
Maybe this — this is what it means to love yourself.
To treat yourself with tenderness.
With care.
With love.
And to know that I am a great gift, a treasure — not just another stone by the side of the road.
To observe how the mind thrashes about with questions, doubts, fears.
To laugh gently at it.
To break through the thick thickets of questions, doubts, and fears, preserving my clothes and my sight.
And what wraps around me, protecting me in this “war that is not ours”?
Only the awareness that I, too, will one day die.
And in that awareness — there is nothing tragic.
It is simply the recognition of the Temporariness of time itself.
And the meaning of the Timelessness into which I return whenever I find myself thrown into the thick of doubts, fears, and questions.
The timelessness of the mind —
it is the one true moment of life.
The moment at the center of questions, doubts, and fears, where “I” no longer exist.
Only the pure delight of the fresh leaves in the dense forest.
The intoxicating scent of magical, otherworldly flowers.
If the world tries to crush you —
embrace it first.