Feeling Infinite

This is the first part of two planned installments about that infinite feeling.  When you are atop a mountain, no other humans visible, gazing out at the crisp and clear lakes and the other peaks in every direction in the distance.  When you are at the bottom of a canyon, looking up and noticing rock on all sides.  When the road stretches onward in front of you forever.

How do we feel infinite?  It means something different to everybody.  To some, there are multiple ways.  College was one of those times.  We feel immovable and unstoppable.  The world is in the palm of our hands.  We can choose to do anything, go anywhere, become anyone.  There are so many avenues for us to venture down.  The possibilities are endless.

There are those moments when everything clicks.  Long drives.  Fields on either side, the sun setting, cliffs waiting to be scrambled on, music blaring, singing at the top of your lungs.  Or resting in a tent exchanging pillow talk with your closest friends.  No holds barred.  Completely baring the soul.

Those times when you are holding the person you care most about.  It's late, but you don't want to go to sleep because when you wake up it'll be over.  It's like a dream that becomes wisps of memory when the dawn breaks.  You want to do everything you can to make it go on forever, that feeling of closeness and love and, yes, infiniteness.  But it can't.

Sometimes we don't know about it until it's gone.  It's only after the fact that we find out that those were the times when we truly endless.  We had so much potential.  We keep looking beyond and miss the present.

Feeling infinite.  It might only be a fleeting emotion.  Grab it.