It's a tricky feeling to describe. Excitement, sure, but a single word can not nearly do it justice.
It's the bated feeling of satisfaction that rises in your chest as you watch your pet slink closer, looking for cuddles.
It's the awe-struck delight found in witnessing a masterpiece being made in front of you.
It's the quiet content of lounging around with an old, close friend, without anything being said or done.
It's all this and more, but there's a tinge of... something else.
A tinge of melancholic nostalgia from listening to a half-remembered lullaby sung by phantom memories from when you were young.
Or, perhaps, it's a hint of trepidation, one felt by many yet never acknowledged, the sense of finality that pervades events that end a chapter of your life.
It's a big bubbling ball, so maybe excitement is the correct word for it.
It's excitement, the wonderous type that enthralls kids on Christmas Eve and makes it feel impossible to sleep.
It's the wild, jubilant type that comes with awards and victories and parties, where you just want to whoop and cheer.
And it's the heartwarming, fuzzy excitement that bubbles in your chest, as you see someone you care about do what they care about, and do it well enough to win title after title.
There's so many worries that pervade today that we forget to enjoy the good, until something so indescribably awesome bitch-slaps us and makes us appreciate it.
So thank you, Mr. Jalapeno. For the memories, the excitement, the introspection, the depth, the experience.
dededos
prguitarman
romaincrisis
gummygunk
discoholicmusic
stormborns
dailybridgerton
