The life you go through

How do you know that you're alive? I have personally found the answer to the question that lingers in the background of every human in this universes' thoughts. It might consume itself into another use of words like 'is everything not what it seems?' or 'is dying really becoming alive?' But, how do we know that being existent and departed is not the same life? The same meaning? The same reason why you were put where you are sitting now? We like the think that the choices we make will better us for the afterlife. Does it? I believe the more we question everything; every thought-action-emotion-and bitterness that we go through, the closer we get to seeing the real us. Because, it's not being alive than dead that makes you powerful. It's letting go of every horrid thing or hurtful person that makes your heart ache. Weakness is the hearts poison. The more it feels strength, the longer you have to find out life. Then and only then, do you know that you're alive.