my cup runneth over
because.
because there is a truth in humanity! A truth that is so evident in the emotion I feel, a little glimpse of how we were meant to be. to live. to love. That is why I write, because I would scream if I didn't. I'd burst with all of the feel in me. With the emotion, the passion, the sheer life that I sometimes feel within. It's not something I can explain, it was never meant to be put into words. Maybe music comes close but nothing can quite capture that exact essence of feeling life.
You know this feeling just as well as I do, without it you could not live, it's not possible to be human without feeling the essence of life. It feels like the ocean in its vastness or the sky in it grandeur, like the embrace of a long-lost best friend or birth of a child or the death of a hero. It is tragic in its joy and beautiful in its sorrow. It is merciless in its tranquility and calming in its onslaught.
Within it, nothing else matters. Suddenly you see life as it is meant to be seen, not for the tiresome details of daily life but for the grandness of it all, for those moments that define lifetimes and those lifetimes that define moments. Everything has come to this feeling this essence this heart. This.
because there is a truth in humanity! A truth that is so evident in the emotion I feel, a little glimpse of how we were meant to be. to live. to love. That is why I write, because I would scream if I didn't. I'd burst with all of the feel in me. With the emotion, the passion, the sheer life that I sometimes feel within. It's not something I can explain, it was never meant to be put into words. Maybe music comes close but nothing can quite capture that exact essence of feeling life.
You know this feeling just as well as I do, without it you could not live, it's not possible to be human without feeling the essence of life. It feels like the ocean in its vastness or the sky in it grandeur, like the embrace of a long-lost best friend or birth of a child or the death of a hero. It is tragic in its joy and beautiful in its sorrow. It is merciless in its tranquility and calming in its onslaught.
Within it, nothing else matters. Suddenly you see life as it is meant to be seen, not for the tiresome details of daily life but for the grandness of it all, for those moments that define lifetimes and those lifetimes that define moments. Everything has come to this feeling this essence this heart. This.