What is it you would like to have said? When the curtain comes down, what are you leaving to reverberate in the great hall? Another day races from under your fingertips, when you look in the rear view mirror will you see the exits you missed, will you know the debris that still needs cleaning up?
You have the tingling sensation that you're on the right track, and you nearly don't know what to do with that kind of joy. It's been so long since you thought you could take it for granted.
Perhaps the best we can hope for in life
is to assume we can take joy
for granted.
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