How do you describe the feeling where you spend time watching the same old stuff that you keep seeing everyday, but suddenly everything appears more beautiful and heartwarming?

There’s a freeway that connects my Uni to the City. I’ve been through this same route more than a hundred times and yet it never appeared remarkable.

Yet suddenly, my sight was so surreal, like the feeling I get in those expensive trips that I go with my pa7rents.

I’ve seen comments in the tweets of @hikingshawty where people often mention how it is impossible to get out of depression by touching grass when they live in a shitty third world and not England.

The same feeling resonated in me a lot, until moments like these when normal everyday stuff invoke the same feeling in us.

It is easy to say “be content with what you have” or “there are cathedrals everywhere for those with eyes to see”. But why is it that we don’t always feel the same?

Why does a part of me always want to be mad and angry about everything?