In everyone's life there comes a point where we are tired and weary of our existence tasting a lot of pleasures, following the sweetness of the world, and even being cheating, being cunning, thinking of ourselves, being arrogant, and many other bad things. This is a state of self at the point of finding peace, looking around the world feels different, bland, it feels like your head is hit hard, there is a different taste more than anything else. And this feeling fills the whole soul, longs for the truth, regrets all the bad, becomes a longing heart, becomes tender, sheds tears in unconsciousness. Hearing the words of the approaching wind blowing, hearing the prayers of the flowing water that wets these hands and faces when they are washed. Footsteps walk slowly longing for perfection closer to what is believed in. The mist opens, sees the straight path, feels compassion fill this soul in longing, towards perfection.