What Moment in Your Life Made You Feel Truly Alive?

What’s a moment in your life that made you feel truly alive?

I will not tell you where it happened, or when. The details do not matter. What matters is what I finally saw that day.

The Ordinary Hour That Woke Me Up

A lifetime may contain thousands of days, but only a handful of moments make us profoundly aware of living. Today’s prompt asks for one of them. I suspect it expects a summit: a wedding, a first salary, a mountain top, a cheering crowd. My answer is plainer, and it arrived late.

The real question behind the prompt is not “When were you most excited?” It is “When did you stop merely going through life and become fully present in it?” Those are different questions, and they rarely share the same answer.

1. We look for aliveness in the wrong places.
   We are taught to measure life by its peaks. Milestones are photographed, celebrated and remembered. But peaks are noisy. Excitement fills the moment so completely that little room is left to notice it. I have stood at a few summits in my life, and looking back, I was busier than I was present at most of them.
2. Mine came on an unremarkable day.
   I will not tell you where it was, or when, or what I was doing, except that I had done it a thousand times before. Nothing happened. No news arrived. No one spoke. And yet, for a few minutes, everything became vivid: the light, the air, my own breathing, the plain fact that I was here. I am leaving out the details on purpose. They would make the moment only mine. Without them, you can put your own ordinary hour in that space.
3. What changed was not the circumstance, but the seeing.
   The day itself was ordinary. What had changed was the eye looking at it. For years I had treated life as something owed to me, a background against which the important things happened. In that hour I understood that life was not the background. It was the gift. Everything else was wrapping.
4. Why the realisation came so late.
   Adam Smith once asked why water, without which we cannot live, costs almost nothing, while diamonds, which we can do without, cost a fortune. The answer is abundance. Our days are like water. While they seem endless, we spend them without counting. Only when age, illness or loss makes them scarce do we begin to see their worth.
5. Many traditions arrived here before me.
   In Homer’s Odyssey, Achilles, the greatest of heroes, tells Odysseus in the underworld that he would rather be a hired labourer on earth than king of all the dead. Glory, it turns out, is a poor exchange for simply being alive.
   The Buddha compared the rarity of human birth to a blind turtle that surfaces once in a hundred years and, by chance, puts its head through a single yoke floating on the ocean.
   A saying attributed to the Prophet Muhammad urges us to value five things before five: youth before old age, health before sickness, wealth before poverty, free time before busyness, and life before death.
   The Tamil mystic Tirumular confesses that he once thought the body a thing of shame, until he found the treasure dwelling within it, and from then on cared for it as a temple [1]. That is the late realisation I mean: not a new possession, but a new way of seeing an old one.
6. A fair objection.
   An older Tamil voice counsels caution. The poet Kaniyan Pungundranar wrote that death is nothing new, and so he neither rejoices that life is sweet nor curses it as bitter [2]. His point deserves respect. No one can live at the pitch of that moment every day, and trying to would be exhausting, even false. Perhaps the aim is not permanent wonder, but a steady gratitude that does not depend on wonder.
7. What remains.
   I cannot return to that hour. I have tried, and it does not come when called. But something from it stayed. I notice more. I complain a little less. I handle my ordinary days with more care, the way one handles something borrowed.

We cannot hold on to a moment forever. But we can carry its awareness into the days that follow.

Notes for readers

[1] Tirumular was an early Tamil Shaiva mystic and poet. His Tirumantiram is a foundational work of Tamil devotional and yogic thought. The reference is to verse 725.

[2] Kaniyan Pungundranar was a poet of the Sangam period, the classical age of Tamil literature. The lines come from poem 192 of the Purananuru, an ancient anthology of four hundred poems. The same poem opens with the well-known line “Every town is my town, every person my kin.”

John Britto Kurusumuthu

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