Instances of Euphoria: Italy
As humans, we choose to expose and unbury exquisite happenings and moments of frozen beauty in time. We choose to call to mind certain memories from our spans of life, from our instances of euphoria and jubilation in order to confront the distressing and harrowing truth about the pains of life. The moments of complete and utter happiness that take place of the past and hopefully the future are what relieve a little pain from the inevitable confrontation. We have a choice to bring about the instances of ecstasy and bliss rather than the agony and suffering, for it is those moments of complete and utter elation that provide us with a breath of air in our stressing conditions. For rather I live a life with such instances than drowning in such horrors. Italy being nothing but that. A blissful odyssey that has and will enable the worst of us to behold beauty and all it may offer. Whether it was the frozen time of Pompeii or the glistening waters of Capri, all are unarguably forever cherished behind lock and key in the mystery that is our mind. However, I am certain that when we all breathe our last breath and life is all but flashes of memories in our eyes, Italy is a happening we will most definitely behold in a flash.
In my 14 years of life never have I come across a place so psychologically peaceful. As odd as it may seem to praise a country for its psychological tranquility, I found simply walking through any narrow isolated street calming. Clearing my mind and unburdening my thoughts. I found Italy and the radiated nature and composure psychologically peaceful. For the iridescent trees and naturally architected mountains painted across Italy’s canvas would provide any soul with an infinite supply of inner harmony. The beauty of Italy’s ancient soul is its unspoken wisdom, for along a road’s gravel and a street’s walls; history is etched in it all. Time frozen in the narrow alleyways and cobblestone paths. No pebble and no stone left unhistorical. Never have I been so vulnerable to such a peace enduring landscape, a place where beauty was emanated at every turn your path took. No amount of words in any dictionary of the languages of the world could suffice in depicting the illustrated picture of profound tranquility in the nature of Italy.
Capri. The word simply captures the incredible heaven that lays surrounded by sapphire stones of water. The naturally architected isle isolated from the mainland for good reason, for such profound allure is to be kept unconnected, only evinced to those who dare expose themselves to the beauty of an earthly heaven. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Though it is island carved and chiseled by nature, each imperfect flaw was sought out as perfect imperfection. For even the most beautiful of entities acquire blemishes. Never before had I experienced such a spectacle. Levitating above clouds and simply stunned at the spontaneous beauty that existed in your world. The outburst of favorable emotion clouds your judgment, for the canvas portrayed has left you questioning your definitions of beauty. The sapphire jewels that met the azure heavens at the horizon that ceased to exist due to the lack of any evident differentiation. The tints and shades of green cracked open the sky with branches that slashed through without harm or mischief simply pulchritude and grace.
A city immune to transcending through time; paralyzed from a tragic year that has induced no pain or grief, for all were lost to oblivion and no one soul was left to mourn. The infamous tragedy that is Pompeii has witnessed its time and age perish before its eyes. Ashes drift and glide desperately awaiting to be put to rest and deprived from their prolonged purgatory, their undying torment. There is a certain beauty and horror to the tragedy. Never have I undergone both life and death; for humans tend to keep them distant. However, that is ground where the two aspects of our life cycles are balanced. Pompeii manifests the qualities that fabricate Life in Death. Such a fatal detonation left an entire city buried in time and unburied in spirit. As this city turned to black and white, the whole world was in screaming color.
Life has presented itself with many instances of haunting pain and aching torment. And many of us see life as nothing but that, endless misery. However, as cynical as I may be towards life and all its beauties and flaws, during the stages of desolation and distress, life provides us with a shot of ecstasy and elation injecting an end to pain. As humans, our lives are compiled by our choices. Our life is our choice. We have a choice to unbury bliss rather than agony. We have a choice to create flashes of happiness and jubilation for when we drown into oblivion. The inevitable confrontation that allows our hearts to fail and our death to rise is every bit more bearable when you finally fathom that mystery that is your mind and unlock your cherished instances. Complete and utter gratitude consumes me as I gaze back at my life and what I’ve made of it. Though I’ve condemned myself for quite some time about not truly living the miracle that is life, but it is these moments of frozen beauty in time that I cherish behind lock and key until all is fathomed. This odyssey, this excursion, this voyage, now serves as the epitome of my definition of an exquisite happening. It’s these moments of imperfect bliss that forge perfect memories. To Italy, my instance of euphoria.