I'm Alive
Why?
Why am I alive?
It's 2:30am.
I'd been asleep. I woke up from this dream:
The oppressive humidity thickened the windless fog.
My hair stood up from the static charge. This was not good.
I yelled at my friend to run home across the field as torrents of rain pelted straight down in huge drops that stung my face.
I foolishly sheltered under the huge tree at the corner of the field.
When the flash hit the tree, the simultaneous thunderclap blasted the breath out of me.
I felt my heart stop.
I willed it to restart.
It did.
I woke.
Why am I alive?
I'm imbued.
With what?
A sense of purpose.
But to do what?
I must find out.
Just so it's clear, this was a dream. I didn't get hit by lightning irl. But the feelings when I woke up were real and powerful.
Damn, I wish that I could remember my dreams vividly. On a serious note, this is a deep and somewhat a relatable post. Not exactly a near-death experience—but many people feel it in their bones that they’re meant more for something more and meaningful in life. I hope you keep at it and find your purpose!