Scattered Joy

It never made sense to me why people would live their lives, I guess I'm just a victim of falling in line. Look out the window. What do you see? People carrying on with their chores day in and day out. Wake up, eat, go to work... on the weekends they'll mow the lawn or dust the house. Maybe if someone works hard enough they'll find a bit of peace. A nice vacation, or a simple rest in the backyard. People take pictures and look back and think “That was really nice, I wish every day could be like that.” Why can't it? Why does life have to follow this design? Time goes on and so do our lives, but unlike time our lives will end and all we really had were these past moments of labor with scattered joy.