Surprises make live.

What I miss most since staying home all day are surprises. I assume I am not alone with this. 

Without surprises, we are diminished of experiencing our existence. Because to experience ourselves, to be happy, we must be able to encounter the unexpected. Without the unexpected we are trapped in what Hegel refers to as the bad infinite, the unlimited and indefinite repetition of the same. It’s the unexpected that moves us to somewhere else.