Life: We are all vampires craving blood. We look everywhere for it, from under our beds to the end of the rainbow. Sometimes we find what seems to be the real thing, but it's all trash. It's satisfying, but only until it reaches our stomachs, and our stomachs cry "What the heck?! This isn't gonna cut it!"
At the end of the day we return to our houses, disappointed the we just can't seem to find what we want in life. But the next day it's past the shelf in the kitchen and out the door again for another search. The ironic thing is that on that kitchen shelf is a bottomless container of the exact blood we look for day to day. How it can become so overlooked and replaced by garbage is beyond me. It contains the ONLY thing that will satisfy us forever, but we go out believing we will find the same satisfaction at the dump.
Think about it.