Somewhere between the alarm clock and the inbox, between bills and burnt-out prayers, we forget.
Forget that life was never meant to be tolerated. It was meant to be tasted. But survival is loud. It shouts in deadlines and dishes.
It loops like static in the mind, always one step ahead or one task behind.
Living, though? Living is quiet.
It waits patiently in the sunbeam across the floor.
It curls up beside your breath. It hums when you smile at nothing.
So, I ask you, not from a stage, not from a pulpit, but from the warm patch of floor where I sit with my own questions: Are you living… or surviving?
The Mechanics of Survival
Survival is a system. It builds routines out of fear, schedules out of scarcity, and rewards you for numbness. You don’t have to feel to function. You just have to keep going.
So, you do.
Even when your body says rest. Even when your spirit says no more. You override yourself like a machine. And machines don’t dream.
The Vibration of Living
But to live... To live is to return.
To reclaim the soft YES inside your chest. To notice the way lavender leans toward light.
To taste your coffee and not just drink it. To wear joy like earrings, visible, deliberate, chosen.
Living is not passive. It is participation. It is choosing to feel, to rest, to love, to try again.
How to Shift
The shift begins in the breath.
Take a moment right now.
Close your eyes if you can.
Inhale slowly, like the world isn’t rushing you.
Exhale like you’re releasing a decade.
That’s the portal. That’s the place.
Come back here often.
Ask yourself daily: Am I living today? Or just making it through?
Write down what brings you life. One thing. Every day.
Even if it’s just the sound of rain on a roof you paid for.
Guided Meditation
Place your hand over your heart.
Right now.
Feel that rhythm?
It’s not here to manage life.
It’s here to experience it.
Repeat after me: I am not here to endure. I am here to expand. I am allowed to feel, rest, dream, and choose. Today, I choose to live.
Now take one more deep breath.
Let it rise like morning. Let it fall like dusk.
And when you open your eyes, choose to see everything as if is for the first time.
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