Alive

When one is alive, you would think that that person would feel like they were alive. Such is not the case, Luke found out. The feeling of life comes only occasionally in the day to day life of a man, and when it does he can either let it slip by, or put it somewhere so he can remember it when he loses the sense of it. The feeling that all of the weight that keeps the furrows in your forehead strained against the troubles and choices you face, suddenly lifted like a string on a balmy spring breeze. The feeling that all of the obstacles and roadblocks that keep you from hoping have been driven away like the frost of winter; and that in their place, a flowing garden whose depth and width are only as small as the person who measures them. The feeling that whatever happens in the end, when looked back upon, you would not change what happened; you would not change it, because it is a part of you.