When Did I Feel Most Alive?
Whenever I allow myself to appreciate life
I am sitting in this college English course, part of a prison college program, and yes, I did say prison. The instructor wants us to write about an experience. What catches my attention is this: "Write about when you felt most alive."
Most alive. As I try to define this I hear the dialogue around me. The guys are thinking about wild, crazy intensity. I have had some of those times. Heart pounding, inebriated, drug-induced, euphoric, chaotic intensity. Yet today, as I sit here, I can only come to one conclusion: I was never truly alive then. Though I thought I was.