Laughter

I'm talking about laughter. Not the polite giggle, or that sarcastic HAHA you emit when someone is teasing you. Not that little amused laugh when you hear a witty joke that you like a lot.

I'm talking about the rolling on the floor kind. The tears streaming down your face, bending over trying to relieve the pain in your abs that comes with it. It is one of the only types of pleasurable pain. I'm talking about the joke that keeps on going, people trying to add to the monstrosity through gasps of air, making the laughter erupt all over again. You are smiling and crying and aching and filled with love for this person, or these people, that can make you this way, this state of perfect happiness. Nothing else really matters except the moment, because there isn't really anything that can compete.

That laughter that makes you feel alive and loved and invincible, but fragile at the exact same time somehow. That laughter that makes you feel lucky to be there at that exact moment, with those people. That is what life is all about.