"Am I alive or am I just breathing?" I saw this quote a few minutes ago and I didn't have the answer right away. I'm certainly not living, when my life is a routine. I'm not having fun or enjoying life, and that's not living either. But am I really breathing in the early hours of the morning when I get stuck in my train of thoughts and my world stops spinning?. Am I really breathing when my heart beats are louder than the air I inhale?. I guess I am alive, in my mind atleast when I day dream about those happy scenarios. I guess I am breathing mostly when I get myself an hour of workout and my lungs beg for air. So for now,I'm in between.
