There is a fine line between existing and living.

One can be alive,

But not truly live.

Existing is an endless daily cycle:

Wake up.

Eat.

Work.

Sleep.

Arise the following day,

And this rotation will greet you once more.

The void in our souls that seeks for true belonging

Remains unsatiated:

A thirst ceaselessly unquenched.

Living is not merely passing through life.

It is experiencing what life reaches out to us in gifts of generous offering.

Living is not a drive where 

“Are we there yet?”

Is asked with a pang of impatience.

Those who live are those who say,

“Enjoy the journey.”

The ride of simply existing is a straight road:

No slopes,

No curves,

No scenic views along the way.

Those who live are those who travel along a path

Where there are indeed sharp turns and steep hills

Bumps and potholed indents,

But imperfection is what makes life beautiful.

Break the cycle that you are a slave to enduring.

Say the words your heart yearns to articulate.

Face the challenges you dread encountering.

Conquer your fears and bask in the resulting triumph.

Don’t just exist.

Live.