And so you return again to your final life state. You've exhausted your negative emotions, no longer seduced by positive highs, woken from fatigued slumber every cycle, and found yourself still alive and able to be conscious.
You now understand it's not about being happy and suffering, not even calm. It's just - be, not one day when I'm rich, it's wealth now. It's not free of problems, it's about being unfazed in sudden, unprepared death. It's about taking time and effort to do everything essential, however a genius and whatever the shortcuts. It's reality at its pragmatic real-est.
You realise in the grand cosmic scheme of things, you are insignificant; and so are the greatest humans who made the most amazing discoveries, ideologies and religions. Yet you are so unique that you will never really happen again, and so most precious. With this priceless realization, you mundanely live every current moment fullest.
And return to the start ultimately once more, that the most complex happiness you ever wanted, was the true simplest of your beginning.
And yet…