When do you feel most alive? 

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Is it when you look death straight in the eye? Is that why we are so infatuated with altering our states with drugs or taking unnecessary risks in life? 

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So much passion and expression comes from pain.

Do we need to be dying in order to live? 

By that logic, being alive is to die. We are made to grow to a certain threshold. Then we are to sustain until we rot. 

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The purpose is to sustain. 

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To live means living with intent and passion.

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An unyielding burning passion.