And while he compared all these things which he was seeing with his eyes to the mental pictures he had painted of them in his homesickness it became clear to him that he was after all destined to be a poet and he saw that in poets dreams reside a beauty and enchantment that one seeks in vain in the things of the real world.
Have you ever noticed how when youre happy time seems to pass by fast while when youre miserable it goes real slow Life would have been a blink with you whether it lasted a millennium or a month.