Alive
The human body is a miracle. Its sheer ability to wake up each day or evening is alone such an incredible feat. To become alive is a feature we take for granted every day. We are constantly, desperately searching in all the wrong places for every fantastical, god-like stimuli to make us feel renewed, as if converting from a state of alive to alive again will make all the difference in our abilities to just open up and feel it.
If you haven’t looked inside to understand your spirit, how will you know it when it meets itself? How do you expect to find yourself if you can’t be your own mirror, sustain your own reflection? If you need to feel alive, perhaps you should first look inside at all the pieces that are pulsing to sustain you. Hear the clock that beats inside; let it remind you of the moments when stillness is all the energy you need to surge inside of you. See the landscape of vision always wrapped around you, all those artisan cells in fluid motion, always working, flowing, charged to recreate every reverie too enormous and alive to sit still in front of you; how every light and heavy blink can transform your ability to weigh the present things that exist alongside you. Let it all enchant you.
If you can’t be grateful for those things, then how can you expect to understand what it means to be alive? How can you expect to know livelihood when it has already found you? How can you expect to feel anything worth meaning anything if you have become numb to the sensation of waking up?
You are alive. Just feel it.