Different from Thrill, Exhilaration is a word to put in your pocket and convey with you during your most tortuous moments of life. To be Exhilarated is to be vibrantly alive even when you feel dead, to inhale the heady scirocco of hope and to chortle in the face of the harsh fist of reality. Exhilaration feels like cold snow in your underpants and tastes like a habañero pepper whose father was horseradish!
“Thrill” describes a fleeting sensation that may be cheap and can be equally a rollicking verb or a staid noun. “Exhilarate”, though, is almost invariably a bold-lunged verb glissading through the morass of life, carving it’s en-hearted initials into the abrasive bark (and bite) of life, defrosting windowpanes in swooping cursive curves of defiant index finger abandon.
Exhilaration can not be caged. It is a bee hummingbird, it’s tiny wings beating in a fury of energy against even the harshest elements. It is a star-nosed mole, laughing back at the world that perceives it as ludicrous. Laugh with it and feel the endorphins rush like microscopic break-dancers to the far extremities of your soul!
Though frequently associated with some bold, Jupiter-sized event or action, Exhilaration can just as easily (and perhaps more fulfillingly) be found in the banal. The reason for this is that Exhilaration is the canvas and clay of the intrepid do-it-yourselfer. Unremarkable becomes fascinating when the brush of the efficient wielder slashes an exuberant chartreuse chevron across mundanity, obliterating triteness and temporality in a splash of stupendous enterprise!
So get out there on the floor! Whether you be wee or grand, don’t wait for fickle Thrill to take your hand; heck, she may not even come to the dance. Instead, grab Exhilaration around the waist, spin her, rock-step, and lindy hop your way to an effervescent right now!
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