When you actually live.

why else are we here if not to live with an unreasonable passion for things

You sit under the trees and you learn to live. Life is not about reaching deadlines, timing schedules and moving fast. You live when you choose to stay, take one more second to cherish the moment, allow your lungs to expel air, observe your breath dissolving in the air, becoming an integral part of it. A tear frees itself from your eyes, your lips tremble but words never find a way out. One can never explain the pain, the pain, the joy you feel in that pain. You can never find peace after you've felt it but you are no longer in search of peace. There's a string that keeps pulling on you but you can never trace your way back. You are bound and yet free. Only then, you feel, you lived.