Thursday, March 12, 2009
Fully Alive.
Fully alive. I wish I could find that point. I figure it's a moment in your life when your whole body fills up with what seems like air. But it's not air, or it could be because it makes you squeal and smile and swell up and feel high and cover you and envelope you and fill you and make you feel whole. And whatever triggers you to this balloon-like state, you never let it go. Ever. Sure there's always going to be that depression where you think it has left for good. But one you find that spot and that moment, and that catalyst, you know you have been, and are, and will be and can be alive. So you hold on to it. Cause after it drifts away, you still hold on to, remember, recall, reach for, desire, long for, crave, need that most wonderful, magical, life changing hot air balloon high. And you know it is always possible for you to feel like that again. I can't wait for the day that I feel fully alive.
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apparently you are supposed to live each day like its your last. well seeing as how that is clearly not possible unless you are retired, you cant ever really do that. I like this because its how i feel right now. happiness has to come from within, and peace has to consume your body, but it cant until you are fully ready to move on and live again. i get it. keep writing.
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