To start this one off today, I should tell you guys I talk to a very dear friend on my way to work every morning. I also refer to her as my "soul-cat". Anyway, sometimes we talk all morning and have nothing but pointless conversation. This morning, however, was different. She asked me this question... "What is the difference between being alive and truly living?" I paused for second....and then a few more seconds. My inititial answer was....."wow, Steph, I don't know if I know the answer to that question." So, as I've been sitting at my desk since 8:15....that's all I can think about. By the end of the day I'd like to have an answer to that question, not really for Stephanie, but for myself. Without going into too much detail, my dad was killed in a work accident about 20 days after my 19th birthday. I'm now 27.....so maybe more often than not, I have thought about this question. You know when you suddenly lose someone very dear to your heart it gets your mind going about questions such as these. The more I have thought about it....I think I knew the answer to that question all along. So, here goes..........truly living is loving everything about your life that is beautiful. Taking the the time to enjoy the small things in life. Knowing deep down somewhere inside of your soul, that there is peace. Just being alive means that you're living in a way with no color. Just going through the motions of everyday life because you have to. Having no appreciation what so ever for the beautiful connection that life actually is. Doing the minimal just to keep your existence. Being alive and truly living are the wings of the same bird.