life and living

life and living

A Poem by Unknown
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my opinion on the difference of just being alive, and actually living...

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                Living

What does it really mean to live?

I know it's not sitting around.

But people do it anyway.

I know it's not going out to test danger.

Yet people do it all the time.

And what if living life is nothing but what you think it is?

If it is then why am I asking you this?

I have a theory.

A thought.

A purpose.

A meaning.

A definition.

An explanation.

Life is being here.

Living.

Whole new thing.

Being alive isn't enough;

To say you've lived.

To say you've lived isn't enough;

Until you know what it means to not.

Life is full of lies, secrets, pleasures, indulgences.

Living is being part of it all,

Causing it

Fixing it

Being it.

Life is waking every day to a surprise.

Living is reacting to your surprise.

Life is going to bed knowing you passed another day.

Living is going to bed knowing you lived another day.

Are you alive?

Or are you living?

© 2012 Unknown


Author's Note

Unknown
i decided if you dont like what i write, it wont matter because i dont write for you. i write to show my emotions, and to show my readers i can speak for my self.

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wow, nice job and a very interesting question. your kinda a philosopher :)

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on March 23, 2012
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san juan, Puerto Rico



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A Poem by Unknown