Having realised our most unconscious actions and even most futile exchanges on subways along the street are codified in a way that takes us a step closer to our most preferred self. The outfit nature of these exchanges along with earnest work we put together to achieve a momentous equilibrium - nascent in nature, however, long that may last but we assume means never stop to dig deeper into the layers of static truth, even if it's beyond our comprehension at times.
Often more I get hooked to this idea/thought that all the happiness (if it exists) and sorrows a transitory, we jump from one state to another letting it slip by in the background while we do what we have to do. Chasing down comfort or anything eternal happiness in our lives seems to throw us off the path of reality. Quickly disconnecting us from our present. Just as so many instances I can recall where I felt at peace with my surroundings, I can remember feeling distraught add the direction of my life equally.
We, I believe, live with eternal paradox that which reveals its true nature to us, only then our actions achieve cohesion with our destiny.