The chills of a brisk breeze during a walk on an otherwise warm fall evening… Mother Nature’s attempt to establish equilibrium
The distinct, carefully-placed, footfall you hear behind you are you take a shortcut down a darkened alley… our subconscious launching its early-warning system informing us of dangers
The incredibly slow-churning passion that bursts forth through your pores as you are flooded with memories and emotions allowing you to relive precious (and sometimes not-so-precious) moments of our lives brought on by an unexpected scene in a movie or the lyrics of a song… Empathy…Compassion…Self-Reflection.
Each shiver and tremor, I cherish.
Shivers and Tremors… They mean I am alive. I am doing more than just living a life of non-consequential existence.
I am on the edge.
I am not only allowing myself to make an impact on the world- which to me is what the true meaning of life is for- but I am allowing the world to impact me.
Laugh so hard that even sorrow smiles at you.
Fight so strong that even fate accepts defeat.
Love so true that even hate has to walk out of your way.
And live life so well that even death loves to see you exist.
Written for The Daily Post: The Art and Craft of Blogging.