It occurred to me that the phrase “moments of joy” feels more natural when we describe our experience than saying “days of joy” or “hours of joy.”
Somehow, the longer the described duration, the more awkward it feels.
I think that awkwardness is a nice representation of our life experience. We do experience moments of pure joy. But, beyond that, the euphoria inevitably dies down to remind us of all the things that aren’t quite right.
If you organized something nice, someone likely complained. If you shipped something good, a critic probably came out of the woodwork. And no leader who is trying to make progress ends the week with universal popularity/happiness.
Life is a mixed bag at every long enough unit of time. Weeks tends to be mixed bags. Months, quarters, and years definitely are.
We just learn to filter out the stuff that isn’t positive and remember what remains.
Often, those are the moments of joy. Enjoy them while they last.
Just don’t expect them to last too long.
