Why is it that tragedy or adversity are the things that inspire us to be the most profound?
Why can’t a happiness, stability or even just a sense of calm invoke the same effect?
I like to think it’s because we are too busy enjoying how good it feels and we are spending every moment soaking it up rather than over analyzing or deconstructing the situation.
When will it be our turn?
How do you know when you are there?
Until another day.