A serene moment

So its late... not as late as yesterday though.
I plugged the headphones into the computer so I don't end up with a dead battery when feeling nostalgic... as I often do lately. I fell for a new song today its called "what if you" by Joshua Radin. A beautiful piece that doesn't take me back somewhere by association, but by choice. I closed my eyes and fell into the music, letting my memory drift to a thousand places I didn't even know existed anymore. Places and people who touched my heart, dug their heels in deeper than I would have let them if I had a choice. Smiling to myself I fall back in love with every moment, and the reassurance that I really won't forget. There are truly moments that fall into the cliche of taking your breath away, long after the heartache, the loss and all the aftermath. Human emotion really does push past the hurt when you've really moved on and allow us to relish in the simplest, most tender, exhilarating motions of our heart and mind.

You hear about the babble of "inner peace"
Textbook definition is : a state of being mentally and spiritually at peace, with enough knowledge and understanding to keep oneself strong in the face of discord or stress.
or in Jen terms... You can keep your shit together.
Others say "go to your happy place"
The latter one suits this written thought better. When I take myself back to a place and time with some sort warmth etched into my soul and the very being of who I am, I look at the moment at hand with the satisfaction of knowing that at some point it too, could be remembered this way in the future. And if not, if its really not worth remembering that way, then maybe its not worth being stressed about.

So to think back, be taken back, sometimes before we can even prepare ourselves for the reaction to what we will remember, cause it can sneak up behind us and bite us in the ass when we least expect it; can be a serene moment, a private time in your heart and head that cannot be taken away even if interuptted. The moment it embedded itself into your memory bank changed you. Something about it at the time was so fantastic that it stuck with you and will stick with you, only to come up every now and again and take your breath away all over again. And I've got to say, out of all simple pleasures I can think of (and I did say SIMPLE pleasures) this one has got to be my favourite. I guess this is why old people have so many photo albums, their hearts are already full from a lifetime of memories. My only hope is that I get the utmost priviliage of growing old and having my heart be that full.