There is no such thing as death. I would know, I died today... and every day before. It is those moments that you are overwhelmed by the simplest of things in which you are truly alive. Every other second of every single day, we lack, life. We breathe only to "survive". That might be such a beautiful thing, however we breathe without purpose. It is as, and is so precisely that I, and you, are but a corpse till the moment we no longer breathe. For then our prison is no longer hiding the beauty of life. To die, in order to breathe with purpose, with conviction. So yes I died today as every day that came before and when the sun rises tomorrow I will die once more.
