Even comfort is an illusion...

Lying in bed on Sunday morning, reading and enjoying my tea and toast, I thought about how even this comfort is a temporary illusion. Ultimately I am a soul, a spiritual being, so I don't actually 'need' a warm bed and breakfast on a tray to feel content.

When times are hard, I always comfort myself with the thought, 'this life is just temporary, an illusion'. This is the first time I have had the same realization regarding good times! The more often we remember our true existence as a soul, the freer we will be.