An irrationally-rational part of me argues that life is nothing but a series of short, transient moments. Maybe we owe it to ourselves to make the most of what we have, in whatever way we can, and just let the future take care of itself. At the back of my head I know that none of what I'm doing is going to help. I also know that it's not going to last very long. Many, many times I wonder if these temporary distractions are ever really worth it.
And then I go ahead and temporarily distract myself anyway.
Such, my love, be life.