These pixelated screens hurt my eyes. My eyes are a portal to my brain, which has some inlet to my soul. 

I’m really living for the moment, and then that moment fades, the next is born and moments which weren’t as “real” or treasured as the last begin to feel false. 

Once you find yourself living in real, true, connected moments, those which are not increase their glare and the false shimmer brightens in your eyes and circles back to your soul. 

Can each moment be real, unlocked? Or, would we then be just as jaded to them as the streets we walk daily?