I had “a perfect moment”. They are rare, but they do happen. Sitting in a bar with a cold beer after a hard days work might mistakenly be classified as “perfect moments” but they are merely sweet fruits that make life less bitter. Let me tell you about a real perfect moment:

After hiking 3/4 of the way to the bottom of the Grand Canyon last week and having been bombarded with visual stimulus from one of the natural wonders of world, the hard ascent back up seemed not so appealing. A storm was steadily and fast approaching in the distance which, I should say, looks very disturbing when contrasted with the grand views of the canyon.

My brain somehow decided that walking slowly back up was not enough. So instead, I blazed ahead, pushing my not-so-fit-at-the-time body to its limits. I naturally had to stop several times but as I ascended, I think I was struck for the first time in my life with the “runner’s high” phenomenon (even though I was not running but just walking very very fast). I felt euphoric and could not stop smiling to myself and I had to keep going.

Now, at one time I stopped once again to catch my breath, and at that exact moment, as I looked over the beautiful views of the canyon and small snowflakes gently flew around me in the cold breeze, I shed a tear. This was indeed a perfect moment, a moment of inner peace, and a moment of love.