Only a Blissful Glimpse

Have you ever experienced an inkling of bliss? I am sure you know the experience I am talking about. The type of experience that feels like you just caught a glimpse of an angel’s wing or that you just tasted ambrosia. I am describing one of those most rare occasions that happens once or twice in a lucky person’s lifetime when he feels as if his heart might explode in a flood of fragile, indescribable happiness.

It is when you think you could die at that very instant in time as a completely fulfilled person never, ever wishing for anything more than what you have already received. It is an overflowing feeling yet at the same time misty, delicate and mercurial. The more you cling to it, the quicker it vanishes. When the sun rises high, shining bright blinding light on those exquisite raindrops of joy dripping from your heart, the mist evaporates. That level of bliss does not linger. It is a temporal gift. At most, it will last a couple of hours maybe half a day if you are uncommonly fortunate. But when it happens to you, you swear that Heaven’s door just opened and you caught a brief sight of what eternity holds.