Life is a collection of moments.
We live through some, exist in most and observe the rest.
For most of us, support doesn’t come in the way we need it.
Appreciation and criticism come when we need them, and more often than not, when we don’t.
We can only ever hope to experience every moment of our lives, and to be able to see the entire collection at least once before our museum shuts for the long night.
Moments are fleeting, and therefore life is too.