It is one thing to be alive.
But it is something different to feel alive.
This morning, I woke up more tired than I was when I had fallen asleep.
My eyes were empty and weary. My legs were sore from my late night work out. My neck was stiff.
I rolled out of bed. And I smiled.
The night's dreams were terrible and reminded me of a cold past I had worked hard to forget.
But I smiled anyway. Because it was morning. It was a new day. And I was a new me.
And it was the beginning of the rest of my life.
I took a shower and let my hair dry to its regular curly state.
I put on my coral sweater and thought to myself, "It's going to be a very good day."
I feel alive today.
I can't describe it.
But I feel more human than ever, and it's so wonderfully refreshing.
Things are so simple. Life is so simple. I feel so simple.
And within that simplicity lies the beauty that I possess because I am alive.
I am living.
And, oh, how wonderful that is.
I want to stand on a mountain and raise my arms and shout to the world.
And I want the whole world to hear me. Every living thing.
I want the earth to know I'm alive.
Because I am.
And in the still of the empty silence, I can feel my heart beat.
I close my eyes and think, "I'm alive."
And that is enough for me.
As long as my heart beats and my mind wonders and my lungs accept the oxygen I feed them,
I am perfect.
I am living. I am free.
And I am the only one who has control over me.
It is a great gift to be alive.
And it's even greater to feel it.