Last time I felt this happy was 3 months ago. To be very frank, I don’t feel happy. The emotions that I feel can’t really be put into words – I feel like painting a painting in all white. A blank canvas, just covered in the same shade of white. It’s an art piece nevertheless, because each stroke of the white is different from the other – not because of the hue, but because of the feeling that every stroke of the knife represents. And somewhere in the midst of the chaos strikes the realisation – the blink of an eye after which you see the world differently. And I wish, that in this very moment, time would pause; that it would stop, because nothing has been more perfect than the moment that I’m existing in. I look perfect, I feel perfect, and everyone belongs where they need to be. If only life was that simple – and perhaps that’s what makes our experience priceless – the realisation that this is what living in meditation feels like. That this is what thinking no thoughts feels like. Absolute bliss, hues, but a blank, white canvas.