Life is a condition. You either have it or you don’t. Right now, you have it.
Life is a time period. It’s the time between your first and last breaths. It’s temporary.
Life is also a story. It’s your life-story, the narrative of what you actually do between your first and last breaths.
You make up your story as you live it. You improvise it breath by breath, moment by moment, one action after another.
You think you know what you’re going to do next, but you don’t. Not really. You could die before you finish reading this sentence.
If you are still alive and reading, what is the condition of your life? How is your life?
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