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Question #43: What is the difference between being alive and truly living?
I imagine there is no one answer. For me, it means more.
More love. More art. More books. More knowledge. When I'm curious, when having nothing to do means I write, or read, or have coffee with a friend instead of losing hours on the Internet, that's living. When I change what I'm doing instead of accepting the chaos in my head, my house, my heart, that's living. And when I look forward to being alone, not because I have nothing to give anyone, but because I look so forward to what I can give to myself, that is living.
Once, I was merely alive. Today, as I share all of this journey with you, I can finally say this.
I am truly living.
Question #43: What is the difference between being alive and truly living?
I imagine there is no one answer. For me, it means more.
More love. More art. More books. More knowledge. When I'm curious, when having nothing to do means I write, or read, or have coffee with a friend instead of losing hours on the Internet, that's living. When I change what I'm doing instead of accepting the chaos in my head, my house, my heart, that's living. And when I look forward to being alone, not because I have nothing to give anyone, but because I look so forward to what I can give to myself, that is living.
Once, I was merely alive. Today, as I share all of this journey with you, I can finally say this.
I am truly living.
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