Only unexpected gifts make life worth living. What is life without such gifts? A burden, perhaps. But the existence of such moments which are totally unforseeable, make life boundlessly rich. If my lonely musings below are able to give anyone such unexpected happiness then I think my effort has been rewarded.
So, never expect, just live.
I wonder what to think about these lines
"I imagine the gift of an infinite suffering, of blood and open bodies...I imagine the earth projected into space, like a woman screaming, her head in flames. I can only perceive a succession of cruel splendors whose very movement require that I die: this death is only the exploding consumption of all that was, the joy of existence of all that comes into the world; even my own life demands that everything that exists ceaselessly give itself to be annihilated." -George Bataille