Being.

I'm missing it very much. That one moment on the rocks where perfection was the view to my eyes. As the sun ticks the moment's last, I can remember myself being in the rush to leave as I did not want to witness the end of such a perfect moment. I had feel that it would have been much easier to just walk away fast without turning back than to say goodbye to momentary happiness. For even happiness though short, will soon leave because joy robs energy one has for life. When much of this energy is taken for happiness without leaving time for it to be replenished, one simply spends too much, leaving the remaining time to be burdensome and filled with the opposite. She taught me a lot. Nature, she teaches if only we're willing to listen. I wasn't ready to listen but whats spoken cannot be retrieved. Now that I've heard, I want more of it, but more can't come because more has to be seek. Thus my mind had been made up, that once of every month, I shall seek. The more you know, the more you want to know because you feel the least of knowing. I feel the least of knowing. I feel as if I don't know and I thought I had known but actually I don't. Truly as we ask ourselves of what we really want in life, we're speaking not from our own minds, but from a mind tainted of life's experiences. I wish to know more for this being is much more than education and ambition. Much more, is this being.