(photo: Cooper went virtually everywhere. How well a dog can behave in public is often underestimated, undiscovered)
What are we capable of? Most of will never know. Sad.
How present do we need to be in order to live as if we were dying?
Too morbid or too intense?
And if we could be that present, would we come alive in a way that felt like hitting the lottery?
And if we could reach that sort of euphoria, would it be sustainable?
Would we become overbearing or inspiring?