Blooming

This came to me on the subway, on my way home.
There are different kinds of emotions - the ones that are driven by something in the outer world, like sadness for losing a friend, or happiness for getting a gift you had put on your wishlist. Then there are the other emotions, kind of mixed up usually, triggered by something that has nothing to do with you, like a movie or a particular song. These are the ones that make me feel alive. Like a wave that lifts you up and then trashes you to the sand.

Then there's this second thing. There are people...extraordinary people, who have a spark, that touches the world around them. When you are with them, you feel touched by this sort of light and energy. They bloom in certain moments and get "aligned" with themselves, they are integrated in their own universe. In their own way, they are complete.
I felt unbloomed. Like sometimes I feel like screaming or like dancing madly, but I know it's not a proper thing to do. My time has not yet come, I am not complete in my experiences.

And some people pass by this moment of blooming and stay opaque their whole lives. Songs do not touch them, nor does art.
There are people who help you bloom, in short moments. And there are people who shut you down.

I'm sure this was said before in some psychology book but I just felt like writing it down.