It is.

Like millions of pictures flapping in slow-motion. The breeze washes over your face while you see yourself blink. And the twinkle in your eyes they are sincere this time, only here. It collects and re-collects, through the disbelief that you could almost hear it whirring, processing.

Like watching a movie with an awesome cameraman, that's what it is. Made even better with the perfect lighting that pulls you into a childhood memory. Riding a tricycle on beautiful day, your father chasing you in a funny manner. Round and round. Your brothers, rolling on the frontyard. And your mother, she is smiling.

It is the smell of pastries or chicken pie to be exact, it is the sound of laughter, and it is the secure hands of your father as he lifts you up into the air.

Like seeing the sort of colours and movements that connects. The inspiring beat and fashion inspiring others as well. Making it big in this world. Creating philosophies of life whether it's right or wrong. You found the ultimatum of all self-help theories mankind will cherish forever. The answer to war and power, poverty and status. Beg, you won't forget this even though at the back of your mind you knew it's unavoidable.

Still you wonder why you didn't think of it earlier on? Save yourself and the rest of the world some hopeless drama led by useless dictators. But it's normal. Because you're normal. Because you can't always be special.

-like us.