Finding the perfect book/poem/song that perfectly fits at the right time of my life is what makes me the happiest. It is, I think, the feeling of finding your destiny. ”Magical,” I dare say, “for all the right reasons.”
The sun is perfect and you woke this morning. You have enough language in your mouth to be understood. You have a name, and someone wants to call it. Five fingers on your hand and someone wants to hold it. If we just start there, every beautiful thing that has and will ever exist is possible. If we start there, everything, for a moment, is right in the world.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final.