What is ecstasy? Lately I've come to experience it in the little things. In-between the crevices, things less bold, forgotten trash, wadded up materials begrudgingly toss to the wind and in clumsy gestures. Innocent mistakes, can be ecstasy. The thrill of realizing you have forgotten past pain is pure ecstasy. The things that once got under your skin and caused mournful nights have all vanished and disappeared. That is what I call ecstasy! Not allowing others to dictate how you live, breathe and love is ecstasy .