One of the things that I adore about myself is sooner or later I come out of the rubble of past defeats and light myself up with a momentum that indefatigably tells me I am so fully alive. I can feel the pulse of my heart and the little goose pimples shivering down my forearms. I can see the nerve and beauty in every green leaf around me. And I can hear jet engines screaming with an unrelenting roar.

This is truly being alive.