Beauty...I don't know what this feeling in me is right now, but I know why I'm feeling it. It comes upon me at the oddest times, in the least suspected circumstances. Sometimes it makes me laugh; sometimes it makes me envy; sometimes it makes me cry for joy. It's not a bad feeling. It never becomes jealousy, or disillusionment. It's awe, plain and simple, at what people do -- what I could do, if I wanted to.
It makes me want to sing out loud to the stars outside my window. It makes me want to turn cartwheels and write the Great American Novel and talk to strangers and believe in the magic of human existence.
It's brought on by varied experiences. Sometimes it's a book, sometimes a play, sometimes a movie or something someone says to me in passing, sometimes just a thought -- but then there I go, so happy, so ready for whatever the world has to give me, because I know it does have things to give me, and only me, if only I'm there and ready for them! It makes me want to stay up all night reading a good book while snuggled under the covers with a flashlight. It makes me feel young and makes the world look new.
It's really a natural high, and it's one of the things that I live for.
It makes me want to sing out loud to the stars outside my window. It makes me want to turn cartwheels and write the Great American Novel and talk to strangers and believe in the magic of human existence.
It's brought on by varied experiences. Sometimes it's a book, sometimes a play, sometimes a movie or something someone says to me in passing, sometimes just a thought -- but then there I go, so happy, so ready for whatever the world has to give me, because I know it does have things to give me, and only me, if only I'm there and ready for them! It makes me want to stay up all night reading a good book while snuggled under the covers with a flashlight. It makes me feel young and makes the world look new.
It's really a natural high, and it's one of the things that I live for.