Like a present concealed in pretty wrapping paper, momentous because you've long accepted that birthday gifts are a thing of childhood.
Like a sunset and cool breeze on a hectic work week, allowing you to pause, breathe and remind you that you're more than your daily routine.
Like sitting in a theater and not knowing what you'll watch, and having the dialogues, the set, the sounds fire up your senses.
Like a string of songs that you actually know playing on the radio; one after the next, as if someone cued the whole soundtrack to your adolescence.
Like bumping into an old friend; unplanned, you rush out of the conversation, but the quick exchange leaves your heart overflowing.
Like dreaming and working and planning, and while you're so busy building your life, someone takes you by the hand and lays the world open before you.
Like a breakthrough that only YOU know, the kind that can only result from the conscious decision, everyday, to keep working at it 1 million times.
Like a split-second of inspiration that draws out into an hour, into days, into years.
One that sends tingles down your spine, and catches you smiling by yourself like a madman.
It leaves you with that teeny, tiny bit of grit.
Those small, fleeting moments.
Though far and few in between.
They make this 700,800* hours worth living.
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*Average number of hours in a lifespan according to this website
**Post inspired by my impromptu late afternoon coffee break with my favorite non-human
