You only know for sure when your pressed against the wall. Any decision that pops into your mind, moves out from your body, onto the other person, place or thing–well, that’s just it.

It came up on me suddenly, like a bolt of lightning that I love being alive. But the action has yet to appear. The bolt came but where is the movement. I can shake and shiver from the joy of living–but how will it move from my limbs and carry forth. A torch? A song? A letter? A phone call?