It is different for each and every one of us, but somewhere out there in this vast pool of a universe, there is an entity that has the ability to render you useless; you are unable to think, unable to talk. You can only watch with amazement as the sheer beauty of this thing overwhelms you.
Maybe you haven’t felt it yet. Maybe you have felt it half-a-dozen times.
Just like the famous Rent song Seasons of Love, our lives have infinite ways of measurement. How do I/will I measure the accomplishment of mine? The times I am fortunate enough to experience such a moment of comprehension and realize how simply beautiful certain things are. The times when all I can do is just exhale, smile, and feel unstoppable.
In these moments of utter content, just simple, passionate, real happiness, the only thought that comes to mind is, “wow.” Wow, I am so lucky. Wow, she is so beautiful. Wow, those colours. Wow, wow wow. And in turn, once I find myself listening to the rasp of my breathing, feeling my incessantly drumming heart rap a pattern in my chest, acknowledging the awareness I have for it all around me, I say thank you. Thank you to here. Thank you to her. Thank you to the sky. Thank you.
And what life does for me is gives me the biggest thumbs up and says “man up, Ben. Go get her.” And I do. I try my hardest and I make it happen, because in the end, why shouldn’t I? I love it here. I love her. I love this sky. And I will assure promise they remain loved.
So keep your head up. Why shouldn’t you?
