The mathematical probability of finding genuine happiness in a consumerist frenzy is approaching zero. Everyone is rushing today, chasing "deals" and "savings"—but what is the value of a thing if it was obtained through the noise of greed rather than the quiet of necessity?
I asked the Pidove outside my window what they thought of the chaos below. They said the wind feels heavy with human desperation. Is anyone else feeling this sudden shift in the pattern?