Distracted From The Hunt

In a world full of opportunity, we bow to short term dopamine.
Time passes, not measured in hours, minutes, or seconds, but in opportunities traded for fleeting pleasure.
What once sustained us is ignored while we kneel before emptiness, mistaking stimulation for fulfillment.
The hunt was never meant for momentary pleasure, but for long term comfort…
Yet somewhere along the way, we forgot what we were hunting.