That's so scary...you are in my mind!:smile:I feel most alive when I am most in awe. It could be a work of art, a page of a book, a beautiful or beloved person, a force of nature. To be confronted with that which is so novel as to force ourselves to think and understand something new about the world and, therefore, ourselves. It is to forget everything else but for that moment in time and simply behold what we could never imagine.
There are other times, rarer, when I find myself so content by being with the people I love, knowing they are also happy, and simply enjoying the pleasure of our mutual company, that I feel immensely grateful to be alive and to know that those I love feel the same way.
August evenings just as the sky turns to a peach pink haze, the heat of the day begins to fade. Fresh corn and cold steak, good beer and homemade salsa. On the verandah with friends, watching the sun slowly fade and then hang, as if the gloaming will never end. Time stops for just a little while as conversations held in shorts and t-shirts wander happily far into the lantern-lit night.
I seek that connection too. Sometimes it becomes so unbearable that I ditch work and head to the mountains or the beach. I particularly like sunny warm days in early Spring when everything is exploding in growth. I can almost feel I am growing under the sun with everything. Connection.In the mountains, especially in the High Sierra wilderness, polished granite, small springs with tiny wildflowers and lower down pocket meadows and mountain heather, trees bent by the wind and twisted, gnarled, desd trunks of ligtning killed pines weathering at altitude. The smell of wildness.
This is gonna sound pathetic, but it's true.
There's a club down here that plays vintage disco and hi-NRG (1975-85) on Sunday evenings. I started going to clubs when I was 18 in 1978, and chased the scene almost every night until I was 30.
When I'm on that dance floor, music booming (it sounds so different at "radio" volume) and lights going, I feel for just a moment like I'm still in my 20s. I don't feel the arthritis in my neck or the Peripheral Neuropathy in my ankles. It's a really incredible sensation.
I feel the most alive.. when I have achieved something very important for me!... you get the feeling that it was worth the hard work
I feel alive:
-when I accomplish something of importance to me
-when my creative juices are flowing
-when I make a client happy with their new space
-when I spend time with friends and family
-when I have the opportunity to see beauty in any form
-whenever I witness an act of kindness or find an opportunity to perform one.
but most of all, when i'm in love.
About the only time that happens for me is when I'm working on something that really takes all my attention. Then I don't realize the passing of time.
It's a very rare thing for me that this will happen.
I agree that completing challenges and accomplishing things makes me feel alive, but all of those throughout my professional career, led to one thing.... me being here....
here
And this is where I feel most alive ever!
And in fact I now wonder whether for all that I used to thrive on all those challenges and accomplishments, were they not, in other ways, just killing me?!!?
When my boys win their wrestling matches
After a good workout
When I see something in nature and pause to observe the beauty of it
When I am about to fill someone with my cum, at that moment I am so fucking alive every nerve is feeling such pleasure
-Jake
After a few rum and coke.
That's so scary...you are in my mind!:smile:
but most of all, when i'm in love.
In the mountains, especially in the High Sierra wilderness, polished granite, small springs with tiny wildflowers and lower down pocket meadows and mountain heather, trees bent by the wind and twisted, gnarled, desd trunks of ligtning killed pines weathering at altitude. The smell of wildness.
I wondered about this after my uneventful anxiety filled day today.
I figured I feel most alive when I am least aware of the passing of time. How about you?
Exactly the same here. I'm most alive in the outdoors on a sunny summer afternoon.
My memorable alive feeling came after a vigorous and slightly risky climb up Mt. Lyell in Yosemite National Park (13,000+ ft). It wasn't a technically difficult climb but there were a few spots that had significant exposure (i.e. risk of death from a fall). My heart was pounding and my palms were sweaty from the thrill and the exertion of the climb. It took stamina and complete concentration to reach the summit. The temptation to turn back was considerable. However, resting on top with the view of the world below me sparked the most satisfying feel of accomplishment I can ever remember.
In the mountains, especially in the High Sierra wilderness, polished granite, small springs with tiny wildflowers and lower down pocket meadows and mountain heather, trees bent by the wind and twisted, gnarled, desd trunks of ligtning killed pines weathering at altitude. The smell of wildness.