Life in a fool.

Life is simply a collection of unique yet similar human experiences, and the late learning is to never  rush through any of them for the next experience, which inevitably is also rushed as that becomes the habitual way of existence. But rather to slow down, to fully experience each one of them, with each and everyone, completely. Such that even the simplest, often ignored experiences its essence is never lost, and is wholesome. Even they quietly hold an immeasurable universe within each one of them. That even a brief glimpse of this profound beauty steals our soul to an infinite wander. No evil and malice has a place in this. And all moments quietly add up to an inexplicable awareness, of how precious and beautiful this rare brevity in the universe called life truly is.  And reminding how grateful we should all truly be, and of the love and duty we owe each other in this intertwined delicate collection of experiences called life.  I lose myself in this truth now, though I was a fool yesterday and will be a definite fool tomorrow. All Praise to the Unknown.