PATHETIC title; but it’s an important topic. We have to have times when we’re incredibly inspired—that or life would be of no worth, no use, no purpose and no hope. It can’t be all sorrow, depth, confounding turmoil and seriousness—not of a lasting fashion.
There’s so much written about life, and of religion and philosophy there can be found no limit.
Yet, in a moment we’re there. A track of music. A ball hit. A game conquered. A feel-good chat. Homework done. A movie watched. Eyesight. Dreaming. Ice cream. Class on show.
We love being alive. Right now we sense the lift; spiritual air beneath our wings. Inspiration like we’d have it bottled, labelled, packed, stacked and racked—ready for uncorking at a moment’s notice. Sold we are on the idea.
Experiencing this flight of fancy is incredible. Ten minutes right now. Ride it out. Enjoy!
© 2010 S. J. Wickham.
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