If I can make someone feel, I know I've done well, I've accomplished what I've set out to do.
Perhaps it's because my whole life I've searched to find the things that make ME feel. It's as if there was this secret club, something unspoken that can only really be understood by those who choose to stop, to slow down, to look, to listen, and to understand more than what's expected. It's these silent, knowing experiences that speak to me, these experiences that can't be put into words. The new feelings that can't be described except for creating some new word to title the nuances of what is really happening. “that feeling when you view a magnificent piece of art that strikes your heart with it's beauty and sends pangs of emotion through your bloodstream with every beat of your heart.” “That feeling when the music, lyrics, past, future and present all come together in one giant swell, which summons one unchecked teardrop that rolls out of your grateful heart onto the unforgiving floor beneath you” “The feeling in that moment when you realize you are no longer just reading a book, but you are the book, the characters are you and the places are your life, and their story is your story.”
I only ever want to make people feel these kinds of things. To feel the greater connection that can't be put into words, only understood. And when you've found someone who understands this and shares the understanding, it's a moment of pure beauty.
I've lost sight of this. I've lost sight of so much.
