Our fantasies are so much more idyllic that and reality could be.
I am continually awed by the intense and emotionally satisfying moments that the human mind can create for me.
I can drive down the road and see a building. Just a bar. But I can imagine in my mind a perfect scenario. I stop for lunch. A small trio is playing in the corner next to an untouched Double Bass. I pick up the instrument and play for the next two hours, earning myself a new gig and the adoration of the audience.
I can imagine going to a party with co-workers, but intermittently stealing a glance at one in particular. We sit at a table with the group, incidentally our arms will occasionally brush together; a brief moment but not unnoticed by either party. More drinks only increase the tension in the air that surrounds us and brief touching turns to the wringing of hands underneath the table as our legs inch closer to each other. As the party ends, we both happen to leave through the same back door, sharing a lascivious kiss on the other side of the wall. It may end there, it may not, but in that moment the night is perfect. The bright glow of the full moon illuminates her resplendent features and soft silhouette.
My mind is full of these dreams, these un-attainable fantasies that are what my soul is screaming for. These moments that are not about the future, but about momentary happiness and perfect minutes. I dream about these moments and spend my life trying to collect them; if not in quantity, then with exuberance. This is what drives me to take the chances I do, and to explore past my comforts and mores instilled by society. I will always be open to whatever joy stands before me, be it simple or fraught with risk. I want to experience as much of the beautiful life around me as I can.
Join me.
Life is only worth the moments it's made of.
I am continually awed by the intense and emotionally satisfying moments that the human mind can create for me.
I can drive down the road and see a building. Just a bar. But I can imagine in my mind a perfect scenario. I stop for lunch. A small trio is playing in the corner next to an untouched Double Bass. I pick up the instrument and play for the next two hours, earning myself a new gig and the adoration of the audience.
I can imagine going to a party with co-workers, but intermittently stealing a glance at one in particular. We sit at a table with the group, incidentally our arms will occasionally brush together; a brief moment but not unnoticed by either party. More drinks only increase the tension in the air that surrounds us and brief touching turns to the wringing of hands underneath the table as our legs inch closer to each other. As the party ends, we both happen to leave through the same back door, sharing a lascivious kiss on the other side of the wall. It may end there, it may not, but in that moment the night is perfect. The bright glow of the full moon illuminates her resplendent features and soft silhouette.
My mind is full of these dreams, these un-attainable fantasies that are what my soul is screaming for. These moments that are not about the future, but about momentary happiness and perfect minutes. I dream about these moments and spend my life trying to collect them; if not in quantity, then with exuberance. This is what drives me to take the chances I do, and to explore past my comforts and mores instilled by society. I will always be open to whatever joy stands before me, be it simple or fraught with risk. I want to experience as much of the beautiful life around me as I can.
Join me.
Life is only worth the moments it's made of.
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