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We build stability, and want to stay comfortable for as long as possible, but time causes everything to decay. I feel my closest friendships from Houston slipping away, and the desperate need to maintain them, all the while feeling the same desperation as I build something anew in Boston, knowing that any real relationships will take time to build, the same time that will strip them away as my life continues to evolve.
There are lower pleasures (a cheeseburger, a nice massage, unexpected money) and there are higher pleasures (eudaimonia, justified pride, stability). Both are intertwined, but there is a sense in which lower pleasures are fleeting while higher pleasures can last years or even your entire lifetime.
We want to stay in the comforting, stable moments, but we can’t. We have to move on.
