Childish excitement

That's the feeling when you get a gift of a lifetime. The excitement takes away sleep, makes you do things you would never conceive of otherwise, brings smiles at unusual times just because you thought about it all over again - something the world does not understand. Yes, with time the excitement recedes because the focus turns to preserving the gift and cherishing the good fortune forever. If you are smart, you would invest time in it and make sure it brings a better future and happiness over a lifetime rather than a short lived season.

But it scares you too. It makes you realize what its worth. It tells you that its a lot more than you had thought and if you don't care for it, it will fade. It takes you back in time, reminding you of what 'never was' and makes you appreciate what 'is'. Worse, however, is to know that you may never get it - just like the setting sun gives the illusion that it is fated to be in the ocean, but is actually destined to be alone.

I want to live in this dream of anticipation, hoping that one day I will wake up and have my gift. I know, my childish excitement would have no boundaries but I know once I have it, once its mine, I will take care of it, and keep it for myself, not for a season, but for as long as I can.