What does it mean to live?
Such a simple question for such an overwhelmingly cosmic answer, an answer that every member of humanity is searching for every day. So, I found myself asking G-d, once more....
What does it mean to live?
Living means never listening to fear.
It means knowing when to say yes, when to say no, and when to wait with patience.
It also means accepting that I'll always eventually make the wrong choice.
It means diving into the unknown.
It also means appreciating the scrapes, bruises, and cuts I get when I do dive.
It means letting go of even the most simple plans the moment that G-d changes them.
It also means loving Him and praising Him every time this happens.
It is a dynamic, challenging, changing cacophony of music and silence, emotion and logic, need and desire.
It is as steady as the quiet, constant movement of a tectonic plate.
It is held within the most simple of glances, encapsulated by wordless communication.
It is held within a quiet whisper and vanishes the moment I attempt to grasp it.
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Sorry for making my blog disappear from your list - I changed the address on a whim... to actually match the title... dork or what?
Catch me at http://secretgardencarnivals.blogspot.com
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