"All good things come..."

It’s as spontaneous as your screams when you break a bone, and yet it is as joyful as the big, wet tears rolling down your face when you see a friend after a long long time.Your heart pounds heavily, racing at an amazing speed, thrusting faster than a sprinter in a 100m race. It is something that all those around you are longing for too, and everybody knows it. And when it happens (you cant really decide when, nor predict it), you just can’t control yourself, you get blind, ecstatic, won’t listen to anybody, you don’t care what others will think of your unexpected reactions, because you only want to express your sincere and noble feelings of happiness and joy to the whole world, as well as everyone that experience it.
I know a lot of people, friends, acquaintances, family members, who really care about it, and make it a big part of their lifes, I’m part of these passionate ones. Nevertheless there are some that don’t seem to be bothered by it at all, some of them because they are too worried about their professional lifes, or because they put their jobs first of all things, and so they think they don’t have time to go after all this, I despise these ones which are so ambitious and self-oriented. We have another kind of people, those which just happen to have a heart carved in stone, those extremely static and boring people, touched by nothing, that will never, I repeat, NEVER get the exquisite pleasure to feel how good it is at least once. I just can’t comprehend how can they be so indifferent to something this big, this strong, as I am myself very sensible to it.
It comes all of a sudden, and when you notice, you’re already a slave of it, you’re surrounded by it, and all other senses fail. It’s such a magnific feeling, and you can’t actually precise how it started, you’re just amazed that it happened, and don’t care how did it happen. While you’re under the brief, but lasting sensation of feeling it, it seems that everybody around you feels it too, and all of you rejoice in its glory. You feel light, floating in a starbright sky, and all of your worst problems seem to fade away, you don’t want anything but this feeling to keep on going forever, or at least some more minutes. Everything is perfect. But then, the other team scores with less than a minute for the final whistle. You’re devastated, you’re lost for words, you can’t bring into organized thoughts how unfair football is, just this volcano-like mix of rage and anger erupting inside you. Game Over! The referee whistles, and you feel the nasty acre flavour of a home draw in your mouth. You let your head down, curse yourself for giving this silly thing such importance, and try, in vain, not to think about it, as all thoughts will stubbornly recur to this damned match. But as soon as the next gameday arrives you’ll care even more. These are the mind-blowing feelings which a simple goal, for or against, can expose you to.