I've noticed...sometimes I feel the rare, yet raw surge of life pulsing through me—everything is bright and alive. I feel hyper-aware of the brilliance, power, and danger of being (and, I suppose, of being too much, if that is possible). Is it chemical? Biological? Spiritual? Whatever the cause, I feel quite alive.
At other times, everything seems laboriously slow, seems to hurt, feels devoid of meaning, without any legitimate prospect of hope—I feel dead.
Oddly, sometimes these rather contrasting times are not too far apart. Other times these feel more like seasons, which will only end because they theoretically do.
Sometimes I wonder what this means.
Sometimes I don't.
Is this just me? Are we dead and alive at the same time?
