There’s a certain gambler’s beauty in anticipation, in the art of practicing patience. There’s a level of excitement that builds, wondering if the awaited event will ever come, when it will come, if it will be as good as you hope, as good as you expect, as good as you need it to be.

You don’t understand the addiction to gambling unless you have experienced the gambler’s win.

And in this moment, I’ll say this and only this: well worth the wait.

Such a small thing, and yet so amazingly gratifying. When the world can disappear in the moment, absorbed into a second that stretches into eternity… that’s when you start to realize that whether life has purpose or meaning or a larger point — well, it doesn’t really matter. That one moment, the clench of your gut, the wonder and expectations bleeding away in a glorious rush: this is what matters, if only for a little while.

And so you do your best to capture that, and store it away.

“Forget for this moment the smog and the cars and the restaurant and the skating and remember only this: a kiss may not be the truth, but it is what we wish were true.”

I will never grow tired of this quote.