Proof of life is easy. A pulse. A breath. A name on a census form.
But proof of living? That’s harder to pin down.
Because “living” doesn’t wear the same face for everyone.
For some, it’s climbing mountains or chasing storms.
For others, it’s the quiet calm of early morning—steam rising from coffee, a dog curled at their feet.
Some find it in applause; others, in silence. Some crave adventure; others, the steady warmth of peace.
So maybe the question isn’t “Are you alive?”
Maybe it’s: “What does living look like—for you?”
