Remembering to feel alive

There's nothing we take more than granted than living. Why, because as long as that state of living isn’t threatened, we totally forget about it. Obviously we’re dead wrong in thinking this way, because we miss the main point why we’re there toiling, struggling, searching and using up time in a wasteful manner. 

It’s about time we realize that we’re living, that we breathe and that every single second is privilege bestowed up us, for no special reason other than the fact that we were so lucky to be chosen to participate in that game of life. 

A few days ago, I was reading that a way to appreciate any moment of your life is to pretend that this simple act of living is already over. One could pretend that we were born and lived a long time ago, had died and suddenly, were returning making the morning coffee or taking the garbage bin out.

The reasons for that unexpected return to the land of the living wouldn’t be clearly explained to us, but we would be back – the only thing that would count - and ready to rediscover life and finally appreciate it’s most mundane moments and capable to see the beauty in the most insignificant gestures, images or feelings. 

I like this idea and plan to practice it a bit. If it works and I can stay with it, I'll report to you!