To Be Alive

To be Alive means to dance to the music of Life.

Our verses, often seemingly repetitive, always bleed into a chorus of some sort,

and sometimes this chorus comes crashing into us, knocking us off our feet, sending us into a state of divinely perfect, blissful ecstasy.

Other times our chorus comes slowly, softly and without warning.

We want to hold on, we don’t want to let go when our chorus comes because for one moment, everything feels okay.

The wild ride of the chorus will slow back down, back into the monotony of the everyday, the loneliness of being Human.

But to be Alive means to dance to the Music of Life with Faith.

Our chorus will come around again.

And each time, it will be better than before.

But this pattern, this evident and beautiful pattern that gives shape to our everyday is why we are living still.

We live for twinkling eyes.

We still live for moments that we have no idea will ever exist.

I know I am living for moments that I can not even fathom.

I am living for the mystery of what’s to come, where my free spirit will take me.

I am living for the moment I fall into a love so deep that I can rest in, heart and soul, with a feeling of knowing this is it. That the searching can stop, that my questions have been answered.

I’m living because I am dying.

Because we are all dying.

Because one day there will be a real life moment where I kiss my mother for the last time as she lies beautifully on the edge of death.

And everything will come crashing back,

the moment when I was five years old and I looked up to see her holding my hand,

to watch my young mother grow into what she has become,

a wrinkled physical body that is Unconditional Love manifested.

And my hardworking father, who has unselfishly lived,

I can see him now, an optimistic and proud new dad,

teaching me to ride a bike, to throw a softball.

And he’s slipping softly away,

and I miss him already.

I am sad for moments that have yet to happen, and I am grieving in pain,

knowing the inevitable.

The truth is, I miss a lot of moments that have already passed, and I regret the moments that I forgot how to Dance in them. I regret the moments where I didn’t listen to the Music.

But I remain hopeful, for happiness will come again.

Life is right now, and death is inevitable.

What are we waiting for? The Dance is right Now.

Because Love is Life, and Music is Dancing, and to Dance is to be Alive.

And to be truly Alive is to let yourself be filled with the Music of Love.

But one day,

it will all rest.

So sink into it. Let the Music fill you.

You are here.

Right now.

This is IT.