Is it the height of ingratitude then,
To be in constant pursuit of better?
A continuous desire, an inherent yearning for more?
Are we all gluttons then,
Ungrateful and hungry,
A river of wanting,
Never still, never present,
Never content?
Fulfilled by materialism and superficial comfort,
We are swayed by the yearnings of the flesh,
Is this sin, then?
To want to live, truly live,
Before falling prey to death?
Are these experiences fated to forever be out of grasp,
Held above heads and beyond reach?

An impossible prize,
Is it?
A better life?