Moments

What do you do when you've watched too many deaths? Horrible, avoidable, deaths, coming only after prolonged suffering despite everything you could do to help? 

You do what people have done for millennia in war, in famine, in disease. 

You seek just a moment - a single moment - of peace - just a moment - does it even exist? 

How precious just pulling a cool sheet over your head for a few more moments, or a soft tropical breeze on your face, sunlight on water, toes in sand.

Our lives can be nightmares. Modern society at the end of the day is harsh, isolating, and abusive to the soul. All we really ever have are moments. Its times like these, in your pain, you come to know that intimately.