In the secret world of memories you may take a fleeting moment, hold it, and view it from both reality and fantasy.

Like honing a precious stone from a rough rock, you'll turn it and turn it, trying to unlock the mystery and beauty inside. If you're lucky, you'll not fixate on the fantasy, grinding the stone to nothing more than the sand which slips between your fingers. Maybe it'll still be rough in places, or not what you entirely had hoped for, but it will be good and true.

It's all too easy to focus on something that was never there, leaving you with emptiness.

Once you can keep close what's really there, and appreciate it for what it is, you may know happiness. Otherwise you are doomed to a life of self-torture.