Beautifully wistful life

I tasted a piece of life. Life itself and its bittersweet happiness. I used to think i don't need things that everyone needs, that i can live without breathing out and in. But life is not that far. I have seen it shining from my window. I was diving in deep oceans but now i had to swim back to the surface. To see the sun. To see the life. To breathe the air to be ready to dive again. But in that moment i understood people are meant to live. Not to travel their whole life in sleep, with dreams, delusions and unfulfilled wishes. Because what kind of life is just to imagine the life? What kind of moments are those that never happened. One living day keeps us alive for many dead and empty months.
It was a beautifully wistful day and i wonder why i always covered my window with long and dark curtains, why i always stayed under water, though sometimes the landscape was beautiful. Though sometimes birds were singing. Quietly but however.