"When we got out of the tunnel, Sam screamed this really funny scream, and there it was. Downtown. Lights on buildings and everything makes you wonder. Sam sat down and started laughing. Patrick started laughing. I started laughing.
And in that moment, I swear we were infinite."
THIS. This right here sums up what I live for; moments like this when the world is good and you're content and everything seems to fall into place and it's like magic exists because the moment you're living is purely magical and nothing else matters and it's just you, you and anyone else you may be with, and you're breathing and alive and the rest of the world is breathing and alive with you and there's no death and no end and in that moment, in that moment, you truly feel infinite. I think moments like this are all what life is about.
Moments when you're driving home at one in the morning from a party and it's dark and still and silent, and you've got the window open and the crisp night air is blowing in through your open window, and suddenly an amazing, epic, beautifully written song comes on the radio and it's just you and the night and the wind and the song driving down that road, and you feel as if you're apart of everything and nothing at the same time, and it's beautiful.
Moments when you're with a group of friends sitting in front of a lake in the middle of the day, and you hear the water and the birds and the wind and the music from a nearby group of people blaring their stereo with summer tunes, and you can literally almost smell the sun and the heat and the sand, and even though it's bright and sunny and you're with a group of friends, everyone is just silent and still and contemplative, and in that moment, you're having the most wonderful conversation without ever having said a word.
Moments when you're observing the outdoors late in the first quarter of the year, when the weather is in that stasis somewhere between winter and spring, where it can't quite seem to make up it's mind, and there's mucky puddles everywhere and hints of brown grass are peeking out through the dirty snow and small buds are starting to form on the trees and some of the animals in the area are starting to come back after the long winter, and it's as if all of nature is just silently screaming to come back to life, screaming to end the season of death and enter into the season of life, and everything is just mounting and mounting and growing and growing until finally, finally, spring arrives and brings rebirth with it, and you're experiencing the rebirth, too, shedding your cares and problems for just that first moment of real sunshine, of blue sky, of warm breezes and green grass.
Again, this is what life is about; a series of moments when everything is right in the world and nothing else matters, and you feel like you're a part of something greater and bigger than you can ever imagine, and just for a few seconds, you, like Charlie, feel infinite. I love these moments. I embrace them, I seek them, I live them, and I absorb from them all that they have to offer. These moments are the ones that help to define my life.
"And in that moment, I swear we were infinite."
"And all the books you’ve read have been read by other people. And all the songs you’ve loved have been heard by other people. And that girl that’s pretty to you is pretty to other people. And you know that if you looked at these facts when you were happy, you would feel great because you are describing “unity”."
-Charlie in The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
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