Has your heart ever ached because it was so happy.
Ached with exquisite joy?
So much so that there was no other joy than the joy you felt at that very moment, to the point of heartache?
Can anything in this earthly state truly fulfill the joy that you so desire and imagine it to be?
As if the joy you feel is so beyond your expectation within the recollection of your experiences and the knowledge within your definition of joy that the very capacity of your ability to comprehend joy is simultaneously being stretched and expanded within that very experience?…
Perhaps it’s within that presence. When the most reproachable collides with the most unapproachable. And somewhere in between that collision is the beauty of the reality of our state of being: perfectly broken.