Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of.

***A KEY WORD***
Imagined

There are so many moments to remember and sometimes I think that maybe we're not really people at all. Maybe moments are what we are.... Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more.

And why?’ He pauses. ‘I did it because you are the epitome of ordinariness, Ed. And if a guy like you can stand up and do what you did, then maybe everyone can. Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of.’
And that’s when I realize, in a sweet cruel beautiful moment of clarity. I smile, watch a crack in the cement, and speak Audrey and the Doorman. I tell them what I’m telling you now: I’m not the messenger at all, I’m the message.

Can a person steal happiness? Or is just another internal, infernal human trick?

Sometimes people are beautiful.
Not in looks.
Not in what they say.
Just in what they are.