The other day I was at a friends house and some kids were playing and laughing with pure joy. I was listening and felt like I was eavesdropping. That's stupid; it's not. I thought about this poem at that moment. It's up to me to recognize it and accept it. It was awesome. I should feel joy or at least a fraction of what these kids were probably feeling.
Here's that poem
"If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty of lives and whole towns destroyed or about to be. We are not wise, and not very often kind. And much can never be redeemed. Still, life has some possibility left. Perhaps this is its way of fighting back, that sometimes something happens better than all the riches or power in the world. It could be anything, but very likely you notice it in the instant when love begins. Anyway, that’s often the case. Anyway, whatever it is, don’t be afraid of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb."
Taher, don't hesitate.
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