The Sound of Being Alive
A heartbeat. A steady rhythm, the first note in the song of existence. Alive is the rush of breath, the pulse of blood, the electric thrill of motion.
It’s the crash of waves and the whisper of wind. The laughter that rings through a crowded room, the quiet sigh of solitude. The pounding of feet on pavement, the drumbeat of a restless heart chasing something more.
Alive is chaos and harmony, highs and lows, a melody that rises, falls, and begins again. No two songs are the same, but each one matters. Because to be alive is to feel, to move, to be.
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