As I was slowly waking up this morning over a cup of hot coffee, it occurred to me how many of our pleasures are in the transitions. Both states of being are nice, but waking up is a different kind of pleasure than being awake.
It’s nice to be warm, but it’s different than warming up on a cold day. The opposite is true, too: cooling off in front of a fan on a hot day is different than being comfortable.
Eating when you’re hungry or drinking when you’re thirsty is different than being satiated.
Washing off the dirt in a hot shower is different than being clean.
Growing up is different than being grown.