Ecstasy

I often catch myself thinking what ecstasy might really be like. It’s something I want to feel, something I’ve never felt before, and I feel myself longing for it.

Ecstasy has to be something like ambrosia is for the gods, something humans would die to get their hands on.

I think it wouldn’t be called ecstasy if it was something easily caught, and knowing it’s something so unique makes it even more precious, but I know something even more precious, and that’s living.

Don’t you think living life to the fullest is like ecstasy?

I am Ecstasy, and I think it is.