Like the smell of brownies when on a diet. Is it better to be able to smell their deliciousness or keep the smell at bay? Is it better to have just a crumb, or none at all, knowing you can never have it all?
A walk in a park. Rejuvenating. A temporary joy. Unlikely to be able to live in such a place, yet a pleasure during visit. A fast flowing river, foaming waterfall, mist soaring the spirit. Ah. I leave with a peace and a certainty I will enjoy it again.
A beautiful soul, not fully available. One who causes a part of your soul to ache for what you know could be wonderful. Is it better to enjoy just a part of this beauty, painful as it also is? Euphoria and pain at once.
Why do some temporary joys include only joy, while others have a pain as well? This currently perplexes me. Again.