For what else could I ask for, I study to be a master of the field I love. I have time to pray, I have time to read, I have time to write, and all the while I reflect on meanings and beauty. I have projects that force me to do something I like doing, and I get ready for the increasingly heavy future. For now, I shall enjoy this happiness, because this happiness is only happy because of a sadness; the sadness that this happy time is fleeting, temporary, shall pass, and but a moment in time.