It’s almost all we have

Desire is probably the mental activity with which we humans occupy our entire lives. Desires such as that for a better job, for more sex, for a bigger house, for that irresistible food, for ownership of that new material object, for popularity and status, are only some of the countless everyday desires that go on to incessantly pester and plague our minds.  

Perhaps life as a human is just one continuous patchwork of desires, only ever briefly interrupted by tiny periods of satisfaction brought about by realising those desires, which are themselves the threads holding the whole worthless blanket together.