King Arthur once said : "A man who fears nothing, loves nothing. If you love nothing, what joy is there in life?"
Imagine if you fear something, and it has nothing to do with love. Or imagine that you do love something, but it does you no good. You feel for someone in vain. Then truly what joy is there in life? This is only a thought and not really an illustration of my experiences.
One could always say that the joy in life then is the wait for something to love and fear...or perhaps not the wait itself but the thought that one day things will be different. People usually go on clinging to this thought or by not thinkin about the problem itself at all. Some people simply discard it as a pointless problem. They have other things to worry about. Sometimes I envy such people. And sometimes I am even above such people seeing all problems as laughable petty dilemmas. Or even less than that.
My moment is in one way interesting that all I can do is see what the world brings to my face as the next step in the great snowstorm of feelings. One could say that this is the result of colourful circumstances. What the result will be... no one knows. I can only hope and remain existence so that I can continue to hope.