Sensitivities In The Cavities

Her watching me lick chocolate on a stick and feeling the wood
in her mouth. The end speech Colin Firth delivers, with those deliberate
and somewhat eloquent pauses. The dynamo of watching the final out of
a perfect game, including a final hit and the suspense of getting to first base,
these are all moments felt in my jaw as of recent.

Sometimes it doesn't matter what you're watching or hearing. A movie
can be average, a game can be boring overall, chocolate can be a little
tasteless, but something can happen in a second to make that dreariness
become overwhelming. I always feel it first in my jaw. In the back, where
you always feel the warmth and flavor of a juicy filet wrapped in bacon.

Crying afterward is not necessary. Nor is spilling forth a mess of words.
It's just fine to sit there and erupt inside knowing that someone succeeded,
right before your eyes, or that someone is enjoying something immensely,
something they will remember. There is an enticing jubilation in the body
when you are overjoyed for someone else.

Not everyone feels it. Not everyone cares. Selfish or not, not everyone
is on the lookout for the success of others. But it means so much to witness
something so little, especially when it is out of your control. It's not like
me changing the channel for an inning and then back again will change the
outcome of the game. The speech patterns of a king on a different shore
aided by someone you've never met will not change with your wish for it to.
The chocolate on the stick, yes I could have given it to her or even placed
it in her mouth slowly myself, but it's still such a small thing in the world.
And just think, this happens constantly around us. You just have to scoop
it up. You just have to let it happen.

Always feel the power of someone else's success. It's contagious. It can
illicit great changes in your world, for the world.