Existing

one of my friends a couple of weeks ago told me the word of the day was ethereal.

e·the·re·al

/ɪˈθɪəriəl/ Show Spelled [ih-theer-ee-uhl]  

adjective

1. light, airy, or tenuous: an ethereal world created through the poetic imagination. 

2. extremely delicate or refined: ethereal beauty. 

3. heavenly or celestial: gone to his ethereal home. 

4. of or pertaining to the upper regions of space.

5. Chemistry . pertaining to, containing, or resembling ethyl ether.

 

it seems like a very hopeful word, when you think about it. light, airy, tenuous, delicate, celestial, space, all of these sound like good things. so many things in the world today aren't ethereal. but some are. I think this word shows the clear division between reality and imagination. life can be real and ethereal at the same time. or it those two can be quite the opposite. but it doesn't matter. because whether the world is ethereal or not, Earth keeps turning. planets keep revolving. life goes on whether we want it to or not. and I think, for me at least, that very fact is what makes me look at life through rose colored, ethereal glasses. just the very thought that nothing can disrupt the spin of the earth and the feeling of weightlessness when you jump just a little too high and the movement of the clouds in the sky that seem to never end makes me want to scream out in joy and despair at the same time. but I'm only focusing on the joy of it now. despair will come later. but despair is not in conjunction with ethereal, so there. thinking about things like that this late at night is never safe for me. but here I am, trying to make coherent sense of the thoughts that ravage my mind when my restless heart won't quit and drift to unconsciousness. maybe it'll make sense to someone out there, who feels the same thing as me. because that's really the only reason I'm writing this. to show somebody out there, even if it's just one person, that they aren't the only one who feels this. and they may not see it for 10 more years. but as long as it touches the life of someone, even if I don't know if it does or not, I'm okay with the thought that it might. just because it exists is enough for me. and aren't we all supposed to be living for existing anyway?