Yes.
This is it.
This is it exactly.
It's these moments we wait for, and are blessed to come in contact with. Considering all the No's we're forced to confront and all the Next Time's we deal with, and all the We'll Call's that land in our laps, the moment Patsy's talking about is what makes me keep coming back.
I've tried to stay away. I've tried to talk myself into getting that Real Job. That security. That net.
But I just can't do it. I can't bring myself to do it. I feel like I'd be missing something. Like something inside me would die a little. There'd be a hole. A missing part. I'd stop learning how to practice. How to ask questions. How to be present. How to truly, truly be present.
I can't risk it.
So I keep looking for that man with the peculiar Shape and the nervous Gestures in the audience and hope somday he'll come up to me and tell me that same story of the sound he heard that he recognized that brought him back to a place of Fear. Or Joy. Or Curiosity.
...or Laughter.
(Thanks to Steve)