One in a million.  Sometimes, at those rare events, you feel like you are one in a million. Like no one could ever possibly feel this exhilarated, accomplished, loved, or whatever the feeling is that is pushing itself up from your diaphragm to your throat and swelling inside your chest.  Whatever it is, you know for an instant it is just yours.  Like you captured a falling star.  You tasted the last drop of dew from the last rose on earth.  Your face flashed before billions of others and they smiled when they saw it.  Your melody made one persons heart explode.  Like you were inside the tomb with Jesus Christ himself and you rolled that stone away.  When someone laid eyes on you they decided never to take them off of you again. Etc. Etc. Etc.

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And then there are times when you have to remind yourself everything you can imagine was & is already here.  [google “All You Need is Love” lyrics]  Every emotion has crossed paths with millions of others on billions of occasions and though it is fresh for you once again, it is nothing more than a necessary ingredient to keep the globe spinning.  Oh, I don’t mean to sound dismal and pessimistic, not at all actually.  Just stating a fact that I don’t think we humans care to acknowledge on the regular.  Those wonderful, fateful moments rush through us and we experience the glory…and then they are over.  And that is how it was meant to be.  And I don’t know about the rest of you, but a whole lot of people I know live for the next moment, the next rush of blood to the head.

That’s fine I suppose—I await one this instant myself!  But I have to remind myself that moment was mine and now it’s time for someone else’s.  We each have our moments and they are the same feelings and of the same quality that first began in the Garden of Eden. Yes, I experienced it and now it’s time to give it away.  It’s your turn.  Or his turn.  Or their turn.  Life is unfolding exactly as it should and exactly as it has always been.  You get to hold onto it and then you get to watch it fly away like a balloon in the sky.  One in a million for an instant.

apryl.me is up and running!  I am going to try to keep this a very positive spot.  I’m a writer and writers share feelings and sometimes sharing feelings isn’t always positive.  There are negative feelings that exist and sometimes we just have shitty ass days.  Oh, and yes, I’m gonna be a potty mouth because…well…um, it’s Apryl.  Overall, I know the good will beat the bad.  Today, not so great.  Tomorrow, bound to be better as long nothing I did today gets me fired.