It is of the simplest pleasures, those that we cannot take our minds off and those our eyes seem to have gazed upon for so long everything else seems distant. But those things, they too, are distant. The irony of it is is that it is the closest things that are the most distant.
And completely separate from this:
There are things we can do. But don't. There are things we want to do. But don't. Are we afraid of the outcome, are we so consumed by the idea of completion that we don't even begin? These things I'm unsure of, but the ability to acknowledge this will give us strength to go on and break free of all that holds us down.