Is Anybody Really Alive In HereHow hard is it to live? How many people die without having ever really lived been fully alive? I think about that a lot as I get older and the sand runs out of the hour glass. I know, for myself, I've had times I look back on with great pleasure, and I have causes greater than myself that I've fought for. But how many more days were given over to muddling along? Some days are just the rat race routine. You get up, go to work, eat dinner, go to bed and start it all over again. Is that living? It had better be; it's most of your life. To be fully alive is to learn how to make these moments count, not wish them away, even if you're just doing dishes. I love how some cultures, like the Jewish culture, or the Zen practice of being present in the moment, try to invest every moment with an opportunity to connect with the divine. So eating is not just having meal, but giving thanks for life, to clean to your room is to be alive in that moment, day dreaming of no other. The spiritual lesson can teach us all how to evaluate a moment differently, to invest it with meaning. The pleasure, pain, failure and hope are all part of us, makes us who we are. To separate them is to fragment ourselves. To be whole is to see the beauty of our struggle.
If you can go through life without ever experiencing pain you probably haven't been born yet.