What brings to living a lively moment is the precise second I realize I am breathing deeper. And harder. And more robust. That very second I realize I am alive. Like back when tracers flew inches over head, inches from sending me to eternity. Or when I saw my daughters eyes staring at me the first moment she arrive here on planet earth. It when I feel the heart strings creating their own clarion song. A beautiful sight of not having a clue of the past or the future. I feel aliveness when my eyes dilate and my sweat pores and my heart roars and my wonders distill and then, like all moments, soon gone. But never again will that moment return. Never at least that moment in time. But damn, did I feel alive.