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jemzSo I was driving home from work, stuck in traffic and all that good stuff when a stray thought struck me and I had to share.
Have you ever looked back at your life and found a moment in which you felt content?
Content with life. Content with how everything is going. Or content with a relationship, job, or opportunity?
How did you realize the moment? Where were you when this epiphany of calmness struck you? Does the moment involve an accomplishment? Or did revolve around a feeling? Or an event? Or around someone else who held significant importance in your life?
C'mon and spill it for me. I am insatiatably curious about it.
For me, I recently had a moment like that. It was after many hardships were over and I was sitting by Michelle's grave, reading her some slash (of course). At an odd moment in my reading of teh beautiful tale, I just stopped. A strange tingling feeling went up and down my spine and I sorta stared absentmindedly at her tombstone. It was morbid but yet peaceful. I'm sitting at a cemetary and somehow felt that things were okay and that better things were to come. Sort of like one of those soothing hugs you get after you got into a scrape and can't get out, you run to Mom or Dad for help and they make it completely better? It was like that. That my troubles were small and easily conquerable and that life was good. I went through the rest of the week feeling content with life.
Okay...now it's your turn!
Have you ever looked back at your life and found a moment in which you felt content?
Content with life. Content with how everything is going. Or content with a relationship, job, or opportunity?
How did you realize the moment? Where were you when this epiphany of calmness struck you? Does the moment involve an accomplishment? Or did revolve around a feeling? Or an event? Or around someone else who held significant importance in your life?
C'mon and spill it for me. I am insatiatably curious about it.
For me, I recently had a moment like that. It was after many hardships were over and I was sitting by Michelle's grave, reading her some slash (of course). At an odd moment in my reading of teh beautiful tale, I just stopped. A strange tingling feeling went up and down my spine and I sorta stared absentmindedly at her tombstone. It was morbid but yet peaceful. I'm sitting at a cemetary and somehow felt that things were okay and that better things were to come. Sort of like one of those soothing hugs you get after you got into a scrape and can't get out, you run to Mom or Dad for help and they make it completely better? It was like that. That my troubles were small and easily conquerable and that life was good. I went through the rest of the week feeling content with life.
Okay...now it's your turn!
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Date: 2005-08-11 01:35 am (UTC)