Reflection moments disappear with time...

Sometimes I sit and think. Sometimes I sit and just try to think. Thoughts and concentration of thoughts on one specific topic sometimes is a problem. Especially after midnight, no one here, chill out music... simply another world.
In such cases I just sit and my thoughts flow like a stream: faste and faster down the slope and don't know which direction might take. Might bump into a rock, might change its direction, but wouldn't stop.
Such moments are very precious for me. They make me feel sometimes I get a bit closer to another level...
Sadly, they happen less and less frequently nowadays. It's just that rushing everyday life which makes me get stuck into the trivial. I feel this happens with many people nowadays. The more time passes, the closer we get to a street with no crossroads. We just see what's in front of us, but nothing on the periphery.
I've had the opportunities to sit and relax, and contemplate... but I would simply forget about it.
As time passes by, life gets dull, materialistic, we become narrow-minded and prejudiced about anything spiritual, or simply anything "inner". Reflection becomes a dirty word, a synonim of childishness and idealism. Time is money, idealism doesn't bring any money, so the return on investment of time is negative...
The connections between certain nerves of my brain are lost and now I hardly remember any of these moments. I even hardly remember to say STOP and sit for a while.

There's still hope though. I haven't stopped having recalls of the past: of my dreams and beliefs. It's so purifying... Like a new dawn defeating the dark shadows of the night.