Not . . . driving down Pacific Coast Highway with the top down on a pristine fall day. That is a moment of exhilaration.
Consider . . . those all too infrequent experiences when we are motionless, or maybe even going in reverse. Those times when we are; deserted, alone. When we have – given up.
Then, just as we let go of the reins we are exposed to things that are holding us back. Pieces of our puzzle that have remained hidden, only to be unveiled when we have absolutely no interest in the outcome of that unveiling.
And calling them ‘moments of perfection’ is an injustice. It is when every atom of your being vibrates and is totally alive. Perhaps not handing over one little answer, but electrifying a whole section of your life and putting you on notice of how that one area can open up your entire life to horizons never before even imagined.
‘Moments of exhilaration’ are strived for. ‘Moments of perfection’ are only available . . .
when we desire nothing.