Every year, when the blossom trees are at the beginning of their bloom, I look forward to the blossom that is to come. The beauty of the blossom and what it stands for makes me happy: the beginning of a new period in which everything is blooming and green, after the cold winter.
And yet just a few days after my first joy, as beautiful as I think it is, I got used to the blossoms beauty. And every year, when the blossom begins to fall again and leaves us, I feel disappointed. Blossom never blooms for long. I got used to it too quickly again. But after a few days I even get used to the fact that the blossom has disappeared.
Getting used to things often wins it from the pure feeling. Whether it's pure joy or sadness.