It's after 1am on a Saturday night and I've been itching it get home for hours to write this down. You know how sometimes when you're reading something and it's so good that you have to stop, look around the room, shake your head a few times, take a deep breath, and reread it? Almost as if you're in disbelief that someone hit the nail so on the head or verbalized some construct that you could only grasp the edges of? That feeling of "ah-ha" now that that has been put into words, it is concrete, tangible, and real? where before it was foggy and you couldn't truly experience it.
Haven't you all been propositioned with the question of if we cannot verbalize feelings or thoughts, do they really exist? Then the feeling of once you figure out how to say it, you feel it so much more clearly. Interesting? To think that we are perhaps limited to feel only what we can understand/vocalize/verbalize? It reminds me of the book, "The Giver", where feelings and experiences were previously existing but people went on without ever feeling certain ways because they lacked introduction to them. Once informed, the experiences could occur.
To be honest, I read only the Giver once, and that was my interpretation. I also might have been in 5th grade. I've never wanted to reread it I fear I'll loose that interpretation. I've also realized there a deep political agenda that I completely missed. Shot right over my head. Who knows how realistic my interpretations were.
Here is it:
"Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing or that, but simply growth" - William Yeats
There. That was my "stop what I'm doing, run, pull out my laptop, and write it down lest I forget" moment.
I'm reading the "The Happiness Project", by Gretchen Rubin. It is a laugh out loud, "Don't look at meeee because I'm in public and giggling over book" read. It is affecting, impactful, and thought-provoking. But do not worry- Not histrionic. You wouldn't catch me reading something like that.
