Food presented on the table is beautiful. Appetizing. Can't wait to dig in.

When I go to the toilet I create shit.

Thinking about what you actually give to the world versus what the world gives you, it's not hard to be humble.

It's once you start crafting these arbitrary playgrounds. Aspire for existential trophies that you begin thinking you are so great. Begin believing that you are important and beautiful.

But you not. And that is the beauty. There is something more beautiful. Something truthful.

Acceptance of this is the only thing that will matter for your whole life.

Everything else is a temporary pleasure.