Instant

Everything starts in an instant.
The moment you wake up, you get out of bed and look at the bathroom mirror. Ignore yourself for a moment and then take a shower. Make some breakfast and before you know it, you'd be staring blankly at space while munching those boluses into in your mouth for your stomach to digest. Soon, you'd realize that what you're eating is already a processed food, an instant noodle...has an easy-to-cook label or ready in 5 minutes.

Everything happens in an instant.
You go to work, or maybe go to school. Either way, you wait for the bus to pick you up, wait in line to catch a taxi, or simply cover a walking distance from your apartment/home. And then on the way, you could get stomped on the feet, get your uniform ruined, or bump against the repelling forces that come at you.

Everything goes in an instant.
You complain over spilled coffee or milk or juice on your table when it's break time. Another horde of annoying voices come crashing at you, but you have no choice but to listen. The hustle and bustle of the city echoes vividly as if it was pressed against your ears. After which you can no longer wait for the day to end, to just simply relax, and shut everything down.

Everything dies in an instant.
The dead silence almost ruining your ears and sanity. Everything around is completely dark and lonely. With only you to talk with, to contemplate with, to deliberate with. No one else. Just you, alone. All alone.

Can we wish for an instant happiness?