There’s always a mismatch, between the fresh coffee and the taste, between the selfie and the mirror, and between the practice and the work.
Our emotions and senses often dupe our realities. We expect to be satisfied up to the point of experience. But the war between expectation and matter simmers down to ambivalence.
The grey area always challenges the concept of a specific end. Moving aside the ideal equilibrium, knowing that we might be fulfilled is enough reason to follow through in the first place.
The mind sense-door awaits the next expectation. After all, the first taste is always with our eyes.