Moments

 Much of the world, I feel, is caught in a cycle of constant stress, axiety and pain. And the relief they have to keep them going, is moments of joy. A moment where they get to have a nice meal, a moment where they get to talk to their family or even a moment where they get to watch a nice video online. 

And the rest of their time is spend in pain and stress, with the promise of another moment. Each day a gamble, that this one will get them closer to a day with more moments and less pain. 

I dont *want* any more moments. I want a good, full life. I want everyone to have lives that are full, that bring joy, that feel peaceful, or energetic, a life that feels like a life, not just a cycle of waiting for another moment.

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