Being Alive

I came upon this essay today, and it reminded me to try to remember every so often that I am alive. It describes that shock of existential clarity when you suddenly experience your self in the moment. It’s such a weird epiphany….sometimes exhilarating or sometimes terrifying, in my experience, anyway. It’s the feeling of “Shit! I’m alive! But not forever! How have I forgotten this?!”

Read the essay, it’s short, and read the comments as well. There is something poignant about the discussion, and it’s entertaining in a nice, unpretentious way.

For sheer existential dread, on the same topic, go here. The original essay, “There is a Secret World” has been expanded and is followed by some impassioned manifestos about how to reject any limitations on one’s personal freedom. I think.   Here is a quote from one of them:

Kiss with every tooth in your mouth, fight with your heart on your sleeve and blood in your eyes–it helps, I promise.

If you’re not feeling too jaded, the romanticism will offest the dread.

Long live rebellious spirits everywhere (except Austria, of course)!

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2 Responses to Being Alive

  1. julie says:

    This may be an obvious question, but have you read “A New Earth” by Eckhardt Tolle. You may find it interesting. It really is a strange concept, one that makes me feel kind of naseous when I sit and think about it.

    I stumbled upon your site and I really like it.

  2. Sister Wolf says:

    Thank you, Julie, I will definitely have a look at it, although I am generally afraid of books endorsed by Oprah.

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