Human beings are rich in happiness and joy, if only people could be devoted to them, not having fun trivia. External anxiety, empty worries, irritable obstinacy usually interrupts reality – all this rubbish that by midlife inflicts stupid vanity and dull structure of our way of life. We spend, “spilling through the fingers” the best moments, as if they are endless, and goodness knows how many of them are in presence. We usually think about tomorrow, about the next year, while we should cling both hands to the bowl, poured over the edge, which the life itself gives us, unbidden, with its usual generosity – and drink, and drink, until the cup has not moved into other hands. The nature does not love to regale and offer for a long time.