What does it mean to feel alive? As
I spin in circles, splashing in the waves, I notice peoples
eyes watching. For them I am
childish, for me I am alive. To breath is some thing we take for
granted. Without effort, we breathe
and while this is a sign of life, for most it does not give the feeling of
being alive. We see life arise all around us and yet for most this does not
create a feeling of liveliness. We touch the earth, which has been alive for
centuries and still cannot grasp this concept of life. We hear stories of birth
and rebirth but hearing with out seeing only leaves thoughts in our minds of
what life is. The moment I felt alive was the moment I felt him. Overwhelmed
with the spirit, I felt alive for the first time. Breathe, he told me. And as I
took that breath I felt alive in a way I never thought possibly. Dead to the
world, I was now alive in him. Breath has a new meaning to me. So does sight,
taste, touch, hearing, and smelling. As I stand in the ocean I see a beautiful
master piece, I feel rejuvenated as the water hits my legs, I smell sea salt as
the wind blows off the top of the water. The salty air sticks to my lip gloss
and leaves a lingering taste of the sea. I hear the waves crashing on the sand
and I breath because I know what it feels like to be alive.
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