What is it to live? Is it to go out and be reckless? Is it to go out of our normal routine and experience things we normally wouldn’t? Is it to feel pain? Adrenaline? Love? Is it going through the usual things in life like school, growing up, and raising a family?
I don’t believe so. Truly living, I believe, is to find a way to make oneself happy, to find a purpose. Sure, there will be things like love, hate, sadness, fear, and regret in life, but we cannot let ourselves be dragged down by worrying about whether or not we are “really living.” This is a subjective idea regardless. What is really living for one person, may not be the same for another. People are different. Every single one.
How is a person to know if he is actually living if he has never had an experience in which he felt that way? Feelings cannot be felt without prior knowledge of what those feelings supposedly evoke in a person, and, if they are felt, they cannot be understood or interpreted correctly. A person cannot be forced to just “go out and live his live” if he has never know what it is to feel like he is really doing so. He can’t be expected to just know what to do out of nowhere. Expecting knowledge to just happen without experience is just a lack of cohesive thought. That expectation could be also be seen as a mere lack of ability to accept every person for what he is, or what he isn’t.
So, in the end, I’m still left with the same question. What is it to just “go out and live your life?”
