Moving, doing, seeing and experiencing is where the thrill is. All good things must come to an end. This is what drives one forward to find more.

Moving, doing, seeing and experiencing is where the thrill is. All good things must come to an end. This is what drives one forward to find more.
Is there really anything that is really real? Blue is sky, green is ground, what colour is everything else? Looking for meaning elsewhere is where one might go. Why look?