I had been asked a question by a person clinging on to what little life they had left. They were doubting whether the very thing that they were clinging to was worth all the pain, they asked me if there was anything worth living for. I was quiet, I knew there was much that I could say, but I didn't know where to start. Whilst fumbling for an answer one hit me instantly. I searched for my fondest memories, and spoke.
I told him that there was the exhilarating butterflies, that would send your stomach on roller coasters even when your feet are planted on the ground. The butterflies that sent infinite sensations to your body and mind upon seeing or hearing the littlest of things. The butterflies that remind you of who you want and how much you want them, the butterflies that shocked you half as much as they did.
I told him that there was the warmth and comfort in an embrace. The way you connect with a person as you two both express your kindness in the simple gesture. The way that just that simple embrace, can brighten your day, can ease your inner pain. The way you know people were meant to embrace, when two people physically fit together so perfectly.
I told him that there was the exhilarating butterflies, that would send your stomach on roller coasters even when your feet are planted on the ground. The butterflies that sent infinite sensations to your body and mind upon seeing or hearing the littlest of things. The butterflies that remind you of who you want and how much you want them, the butterflies that shocked you half as much as they did.
I told him that there was the warmth and comfort in an embrace. The way you connect with a person as you two both express your kindness in the simple gesture. The way that just that simple embrace, can brighten your day, can ease your inner pain. The way you know people were meant to embrace, when two people physically fit together so perfectly.
I told him there was the beautiful soreness you feel after running and running. That heavy breathing that makes your lungs ache in a gorgeous way. When your body develops that natural rhythm, that steady beat that brings music to nature's ears, that soreness that pushes you to try harder, go faster.
I told him there was the exhaustion you feel after the run. When your body tingles, every nerve shouting in pride. When you catch those skipped breaths, when you let your body soak in its success. That feeling when you arch your back, look at the sky and tell it, “I'm coming after you next.” That glorious exhaustion that tells you you're sleeping like a king tonight.
I told him that there was the new car smell, he laughed but I continued. There was that wanting, craving to hop into that brand new car and enrich yourself in that atmospheric scent. There was that pride it gave you, knowing full well that the smell will determine your class. He laughed again and I grinned in response, I had made him laugh.
I told him there was the exhaustion you feel after the run. When your body tingles, every nerve shouting in pride. When you catch those skipped breaths, when you let your body soak in its success. That feeling when you arch your back, look at the sky and tell it, “I'm coming after you next.” That glorious exhaustion that tells you you're sleeping like a king tonight.
I told him that there was the new car smell, he laughed but I continued. There was that wanting, craving to hop into that brand new car and enrich yourself in that atmospheric scent. There was that pride it gave you, knowing full well that the smell will determine your class. He laughed again and I grinned in response, I had made him laugh.
I told him that there was the smell of the air after a night of rain. The fresh dampness that filled you with a sense of cleanliness. That scent of lingering water, lightly touching your senses, telling you of what fun it had the night before. That gorgeous warming scent that reminded you of those pea sized drops of magic, supplying life everywhere they touched.
I told him there was the feeling of diving into a body of water on a hot summer day. That craving that fills you when you see the shiny, liquid crystal as you feel the sun beat down on your back with all that it can. And that sensation in your blood as you are just about to land in that water, every cell anxious to touch that cool blue. Then that glorious feeling when you break the surface and find yourself in a different world, for a moment escaping the sun's hungry rays. And each molecule of that water breathing its icy breathe on your skin.
I told him there was the perfect warmth of a recently washed sweater. Those few minutes of magical comfort that you feel when you snatch it up and throw it on. When you sit there and hug yourself so hard so you can steal every ounce of warmth before it cools down. How it brings you to comfort no matter how you're feeling.
I told him there was the feeling of diving into a body of water on a hot summer day. That craving that fills you when you see the shiny, liquid crystal as you feel the sun beat down on your back with all that it can. And that sensation in your blood as you are just about to land in that water, every cell anxious to touch that cool blue. Then that glorious feeling when you break the surface and find yourself in a different world, for a moment escaping the sun's hungry rays. And each molecule of that water breathing its icy breathe on your skin.
I told him there was the perfect warmth of a recently washed sweater. Those few minutes of magical comfort that you feel when you snatch it up and throw it on. When you sit there and hug yourself so hard so you can steal every ounce of warmth before it cools down. How it brings you to comfort no matter how you're feeling.
I told him there was the refreshing sweetness of fruit. The light juices perfectly satisfying each and every taste bud that it touches. The way each fruit is its own character, the way each character leaves its mark on your tongue and leaves you wanting more of its perfect sweetness.
I told him there was the anticipation of the changing of seasons. When you've gotten tired of the current season and have the sudden desire for the new lifestyle. When even Earth fulfills the world-wide need to mix it up. When you begin to count the days and hours before you can crack out the new attitude.
I told him there was the self pride you get when you understand a witty joke. Not only do you get the laughter and amusement, but you get the self esteem boost for knowing that you're also smart. And the look in the witty person's eyes as they see that you get what they just said, acceptance and curiosity. That feeling when you thank your education, for just an instant.
I told him there was the anticipation of the changing of seasons. When you've gotten tired of the current season and have the sudden desire for the new lifestyle. When even Earth fulfills the world-wide need to mix it up. When you begin to count the days and hours before you can crack out the new attitude.
I told him there was the self pride you get when you understand a witty joke. Not only do you get the laughter and amusement, but you get the self esteem boost for knowing that you're also smart. And the look in the witty person's eyes as they see that you get what they just said, acceptance and curiosity. That feeling when you thank your education, for just an instant.
I told him there was the wave of joy and overwhelming content when you understand a math problem, bringing him to laughter once again. That sense of “finding a light” after a massive and grave tunnel of sheer confusion as a few numbers and symbols sit before you. The way your brain has a sweet relief after straining itself to find a solution to the concepts most difficult to grasp.
I told him there was the exhilarating thrill of a roller coaster ride. That sensation in your body when you’re just so sure that every thing that remains inside of you will fly right out of you. That power you feel as your cutting through the sky at the speeds only technology can achieve. That horrifying knowledge of just how far you are away from the ground. Not to mention how you enjoy so much at once that you ignore the fact that you’re riding a metaphor.
I told him there was the minty smell of a Christmas tree. The way those tiny, plastic leaves give off such an irresistibly wonderful scent. The way that the entirety of that simple scent puts the essence of an entire season together. That sheer freshness of tingly nature that make it completely impossible to ever hear the words, “I hate the smell of Christmas trees.”
I told him there was the exhilarating thrill of a roller coaster ride. That sensation in your body when you’re just so sure that every thing that remains inside of you will fly right out of you. That power you feel as your cutting through the sky at the speeds only technology can achieve. That horrifying knowledge of just how far you are away from the ground. Not to mention how you enjoy so much at once that you ignore the fact that you’re riding a metaphor.
I told him there was the minty smell of a Christmas tree. The way those tiny, plastic leaves give off such an irresistibly wonderful scent. The way that the entirety of that simple scent puts the essence of an entire season together. That sheer freshness of tingly nature that make it completely impossible to ever hear the words, “I hate the smell of Christmas trees.”
I told him there was the sort of sanctity to waking up to the sound of rain on your roof. The way each little droplet enters and exits the world in an instant, leaving a simple splatter of life behind. The way the millions of little taps bring peace to you and assist you in your drift back to sleep.
I told him there was laughter. The way joy shows its true power by shaking your body and keeling you over. The way you can lose yourself completely in a moment of hysterical laughter. The way your cheeks ache like no other just because you were grinning too much. The way your body succumbs to the joy and you lose all your strength, finding yourself only capable of laughing even more.
I told him there was the unbelievably perfect feeling of laying down in a bed after a hard days work. The way you feel every muscle that was tensed up through working the entire day just soften, relax, and let out a moan of peace that we feel as soreness. The way you smile knowing that now, you can do absolutely nothing. The curiously fascinating way your brain still thinks while your body has soften out to the point of complete incapability to get you up.
I told him there was laughter. The way joy shows its true power by shaking your body and keeling you over. The way you can lose yourself completely in a moment of hysterical laughter. The way your cheeks ache like no other just because you were grinning too much. The way your body succumbs to the joy and you lose all your strength, finding yourself only capable of laughing even more.
I told him there was the unbelievably perfect feeling of laying down in a bed after a hard days work. The way you feel every muscle that was tensed up through working the entire day just soften, relax, and let out a moan of peace that we feel as soreness. The way you smile knowing that now, you can do absolutely nothing. The curiously fascinating way your brain still thinks while your body has soften out to the point of complete incapability to get you up.
I told him there was the magic of reading a book. The worlds that your mind creates, stimulated by the words on the page before you. The way you immerse yourself into those worlds, you could just disappear from reality. The way each character becomes your friend, your enemy, or your stranger. And even the little joy you feel when suddenly you’re snapped back into reality, the joy felt through realization that you let your mind wander.
I told him there was the power in a gorgeous view. Whether it’s the ocean, a rainforest, a desert, or a canyon. The power you see through a grand and spectacular work of art made by nature. The way you suddenly feel so little, so meek, compare to the awesome wonder standing before. With its patterns , colors, and shape, telling you it’s life story.
There was so much more, I knew there was. So I just told him there were moments. Minor moments where life speaks to you and shows you its true worth. Simple, millisecond moments when the entire world is shut out, and its just you and your life. Those moment you lock away in your mind, and save them for a rainy day.
I told him there was the power in a gorgeous view. Whether it’s the ocean, a rainforest, a desert, or a canyon. The power you see through a grand and spectacular work of art made by nature. The way you suddenly feel so little, so meek, compare to the awesome wonder standing before. With its patterns , colors, and shape, telling you it’s life story.
There was so much more, I knew there was. So I just told him there were moments. Minor moments where life speaks to you and shows you its true worth. Simple, millisecond moments when the entire world is shut out, and its just you and your life. Those moment you lock away in your mind, and save them for a rainy day.
Looking at him once again I could see my message had gotten through, his eyes had brightened, and deep in his eyes you could see a world of thought scrambling on and on until it suddenly stopped, and he found a conclusion, “So what’s worth living for is…life.”
