life and livingA Poem by Unknownmy opinion on the difference of just being alive, and actually living... 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 UnknownAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorUnknownsan juan, Puerto RicoAbouti like to write...and put my hidden emotions, and covered up thoughts out there. more..Writing
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