To Feel Alive

It's why we go skydiving.

It's why we watch the rain patter onto the windowpane.

It's why we dream of Paris

and New York

and Everest.

It's why we watch horror movies and go to haunted houses.

It's why we create masterpieces and doodle on our homework.

It's why we climb trees.

And why we take risks and throw our hearts out there like a bowling ball into the pins.

One chance to get a strike.

Second chance to get a spare.

Praying it won't be a gutter ball.

It's the reason we dance.

It's the reason we kiss.

It's the reason we fear death.


Because we love to have new experiences but hate being pulled out of our comfort zones.

Because we want to run away and abandon everything and move to Switzerland but we love our home and the people we know too much to ever leave them.

Because we want to learn new things but are too busy watching TV.

Because we want to have adventures but are afraid of getting hurt.

Because we want to travel the universe but don't want to leave our beds.

Because we are mostly water but have to learn how to swim.


Because we are creatures of contradiction.

Because we want to feel alive.

Because we are alive.

I am alive.


And I know you are too.