The problem with people who think life is inexpressibly beautiful is that they so often try to express it anyway (idea)

Driving fast in a shitty car with Lou Reed or TMBG or Leonard Cohen or whoever you're into blaring with distortion. An open window, possibly a half-smoked cigarette dangling while the cacophony of your singing blends with the wind. The sun or the moon inextricably suspended and following your car. An unbearably beautiful and flawed girl or boy is your destination, and anticipation makes your brain tingle.

Sufficiently expressed?
Hardly.

But it's a beautiful life...