Not This, Not That

Just in the morning I was walking in this street full of energy, full of life and full of love. I felt so peaceful, there was just peace all around me, even in the middle of the busy road. Sun felt warm, smells from the different coffee shops was heavenly and oh, all  those kind, smiling and beautiful people!  I wanted to hug them all! even pets and trees…everything seemed to be like one big happy family. 
How GOOD was LIFE!

And NOW, after few hours, it’s already evening and  I’m walking in this same street so tired, so annoyed, so pissed off about everything! It’s cold, traffic  get’s me crazy, the smells and noise from the coffee shops makes me sick….!...and people…oh my god, how superficial and rude.
I want to run away from this place, from all of this.
What the WASTE of time this LIFE is!

                         
What happened??  How can same place, unfolding as always, be so opposite?

What is real and what is not? Who am I?                         

These questions goes around in my mind over and over again….inquiry goes deeper and deeper and deeper….until, nothing matters anymore….

.....just this...

“not this, not that” …resounds in the air…