Today I saw a drop of sweat falling from the brow of my glowing face and I understood that life happens in each drop of sweat we expel. I understood that all of those times when I sat in my room on the phone, as deep as the conversation may have been, I was never experiencing life. I understood that when I walked leisurely with my friends or rode with them in a car with not a single molecule of water mixed with the oil of my skin emanating from my body there was no life. I understood that life doesn't happen while I sit in lectures or sit with friends eating snacks and laughing or listen to music in my room or sit at work staring at the computer. No I was only talking about life observing life learning about life letting life pass me by. I understood that doing all of that never matters unless I actually did something. And I understood that I am most alive when I bring out everything I have in me and shove it to the edges of my physical being and I explode with all the energy I have Stretching my existence to its limits pushing whatever barriers that ever slowed or stopped me before away as if swatting flies or blowing away dust. Whether it was running with all my heart beating harder and harder, as though each beat was its last, and if it didn't push itself more it'd stop, my legs aching and screaming from pain but also from the thrill of the deepest pits of life... Whether it was working my body, moving it along the sparring ring eyes intent legs anticipating building up the pressure until I explode and start throwing kicks as if my life depended on it and in a way it does... Whether it was fighting the very edge of a disease that tosses fevers and chills alternately hoping to make me slip exhausting my health until I can hardly sit up without making my head swim.. I was alive, and the flame of life surged to help me push myself further. And each drop of sweat that slid off my tiring body showed just how alive I was, and whenever I am down on my knees about to collapse all of my energy exhausted and a pool of sweat surrounding me I am most alive.Birth sign: Capricorn
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