So where was I going yesterday riffing about a few perfect moments at the lake?
For a few years I've had this sensation where I'm living in a moment and the moment is so beautiful I don't want it to end. It reminded me of Lester's soliloquy at the end of the movie "American Beauty" except without the gunshot wound. You weren't physically there in the moment but you should have been -- I would have loved for you to have seen what I saw in the moment -- maybe you can see it with me someday.
Lester's Soliloquy, in case you can't remember it.
I had aIways
heard your entire life flashes...
in front of your eyes
the second before you die.
First of all,
that one second...
isn't a second at all.
It stretches on forever,
Iike an ocean of time.
For me, it was
Iying on my back...
at Boy Scout camp,
watching falling stars.
And yellow Ieaves
from the mapIe trees...
that Iined our street.
Or my grandmother's hands
and the way her skin...
seemed Iike paper.
And the first time
I saw my cousin Tony's...
brand-new Firebird.
And Janie.
And Janie
And... CaroIyn.
I guess I couId be pretty pissed off
about what happened to me,
but it's hard to stay mad when
there's so much beauty in the worId.
Sometimes I feeI Iike I'm seeing
it all at once and it's too much.
My heart fills up Iike a balloon
that's about to burst.
And then I remember
to reIax...
and stop trying
to hoId on to it.
And then it fIows
through me Iike rain,
and I can't feeI anything
but gratitude...
for every singIe moment...
of my stupid IittIe Iife.
You have no idea what
I'm taIking about, I'm sure.
But don't worry.
You will someday.
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