Feel...

Moderation is not my cup of tea. Some people can live unfeeling and passive lives but I am not one of them. Is any life worth living if it has no passion? I feel real only when I am in the grips of some insane intense emotion. When I feel ecstasy or elation I know that I am alive.
As a general rule, nobody likes to experience pain. I have felt excruciating agony and I don't mean just physically. I am not a sadist so obviously, I didn't like it. But even when I cried till I felt I would go blind, I felt alive.
Reality is a dubious topic. I feel real when I FEEL something -whether it is pain or happiness or curiosity or the soaring freedom of my own imagination.

I dislike cliches. So, even though at this point I want to say that its not about how many breaths you took during your life but about how many moments in your life took your breath away, I wont say it. Its those little islands of time that truly matter. All the other endless minutes just feel like a dream...an evanescent, fading dream; like an old song you can't really remember the words to. In those moments you are just plain, perfect, you!
Those moments shouldn't be avoided you know. Sometime I fight the new, the unknown. But that's not the way to live. Let life happen to you. Let it engulf you and bloat up your soul till you cant breathe because of your own exihilaration. And just when you think that you're going to die in one explosive moment, you can breathe... breathe so freely it feels like you are the air; you are the atmosphere. Live!