When we’re happy, truly happy, it seems that we were always like this but just didn’t notice and from now on it will be like this.
When we’re sad, melancholic, the soul is hitting the rock bottom, it seems that it’s always been like that but now you’re seeing it clearer and from now on this is how it’s going to be.
When staring at the black dot it’s easy not to notice the white page it’s drawn on.
My glass is not half-full or half-empty. It’s just right. Wine, winy, just like me.