Are you playing life or are you really alive?
Living and being alive are like two distant relatives.
They know about each other,
But they don't have a real connection at all.
They don't have anything in common other than breath,
Their blood relation.
So I ask again,
Are you playing life?
Maybe through a screen like a puppet,
Dancing for the one who pulls your strings,
Or for the audience on the other side.
You may be making all the movements to make society believe you're alive,
But are your movements empty?
Are you empty?
Day to day,
Your movement's on autopilot.
That's living.
Or do you feel with every moment?
Notice the sun on your skin,
The wind kissing your cheeks,
And the pure nourishment of every breath.
Are you ever filled with explosive joy that radiates your entire being,
That you have no explanation of its origins?
This is what it means to be alive.
We've gotten the two tangled into a knot and believe they are now one.
We've been misled to assume living through the motions is just what life is about.
Put away your distractions.
Find the warmth of the sun as it touches your skin.
Find a lover in the wind as it caresses your cheek.
Feel the nourishment of every breath filling your entire body.
Once you find these gifts,
You'll realize it's much harder to go through the motions of living than it is to actually be alive.
