That colorful thing is illusion after all. That charming one, like an epiphyllum, will soon wither. Only your own heart is eternal. However, will perseverance really release the spark of happiness as you imagined? What if persistence itself is a mistake? What if there is no if? What is your true intention? I think the most real thing in life is not possessions, not the present, nor those distant dreams, but those scarred memories and a mind that is always awake. What you can control is yourself and your own space...