The true colors

The true colors

Struggle every day or find every opportunity to please yourself? What makes you more alive and alert? Which way to go? Is luxury, pleasure and comfort actually conditions that will make us enjoy life more? Or is it the state of fighting for what we have and restraining ourselves from temptation and overwhelming experiences more fulfilling? Is the secret somewhere in between?

A few months ago I had a conversation with the wife of a wealthy friend of ours. Considerably younger than her husband, she shared that ever since they got married they started traveling a lot.

She said that by the time she got married, she couldn't really afford to travel and actually her first long distance travel was with her husband. She said that she was full of excitement.

She used to notice everything, photograph every sight and write a diary with the traveling experiences, describing all new unexpected things that they encountered, she remembered every unusual name of a person, every place and area. She said that the day never ended without writing at least a few pages...She said that all of her senses were open and thirsty to discover the new.

However some years later, when they've traveled to most exotic destinations several times- she says that she doesn't get the same thrills anymore and that traveling lost its initial intense charm.

 Now it was just another journey...Of course she wasn't complaining and she said that she's enjoying herself. Where is the initial sparkle though? Why did the awesome become nice?

 Is it possible to keep the flame alive?

Can we rediscover the same thing and treat it as we're seeing it for the first time, or is our brain hardwired to habituate over everything?

 Is there a moment when an exotic paradise becomes dull and colorless? 

When I loose my interest towards something- does it loose its colors, or I loose my own colors and try to find them elsewhere? When I keep the colors alive the "same old" surprises me with its novelty!