This post inspired my boy Whiff to do this post, which launched an excellent flurry of commentary on what we mean when we talk about "stoke".
In everyone's life, there are moments, perhaps moments of achievement, or moments of peace, or moments of joy, in which one reaches a certain clarity. You make that textbook bottom turn, you nail that crucial interview, you ask your soulmate to marry you, you child is born. You're in the perfect moment. And in those moments you realize that everything in your life, all of the good times and bad, the successes and failures, have all led you to that exact point in time. Everything, if only for an instant, falls into place and makes perfect sense and if the world were to end at that moment, you'd have no regrets.
You're stoked.
