Riddle Me This

Are the people alive?
What really is the definition of living?
I hear people do things to "feel" alive but that doesn't nessarily mean that they are alive.
Does alive consitute being conscious?
Does alive mean that you can walk, talk, hold conversations with freinds and family?
Please lend me an ear and tell me what you think.
For the way the world is moving and for what people are doing...
Everyone is like walking zombies to me.
I think Webster needs to redefine the word "alive"
Because on the risk of sounding corny
People that are suppose to be "alive" aren't really "living"

When your on the path seeking
Then you begin formuating
An ideal that leads you to another mystery
Then your back at square one wondering
Some things go so deep
The way one see things contaminates what one thinks
Never objectify anything
But
Always subjectify to understanding
Then maybe you will see the door
To walk through to learn more
Mysteries become realities
Because now there is no guessing only overstanding
So things will be so simple
Because now your drinking from the cup thats crystal clean

One fall day as I woke up I thought, thank you for letting me see another day.  I went in the bathroom to release some fluid my body didn't need, I turned to the sink after flushing the camode and turned to wash my hands.  As I preceded to turn the faucet, I watched how the knobs leaking with water left a small trail from the back down into the sink, thinking to myself that it needs to be fixed, and looking at the sink, saying it don't look half bad.  As I washed my hands, I watched how the soap covered every inch of my hand some parts more then others, now my hands were clean to work.  As I proceeded to get the utensils I needed to brush my teeth, I am hoping to rid the taste of garlic I had in my mouth from the day before (garlic is potent).  As I got the mouth wash ready and put the toothpastes on the brush and began brushing my teeth I looked at myself in the mirror, my image and before I got lost I said to myself I still can't keep the foaming toothpaste in my mouth and laughed at myself.  After that I began to scrape the old tongue so it can be clean and I can have clean words.  I looked as I scraped and though the origin of morning breath.  Finishing up I washed my mouth out and walked back in my room. As I open the blinds I watched the sunlight flood in filling my room with clarity and warmth.  I said what a beutiful day.  I proceeded to pray to say thank you for making me as I am.  Then as I packed my bookbag up and walked out a cool gust of wind came from the west and combed the hairs on my arm as if to say hello.  I stepped on the grass and thought that I would not take it for granted.  I walked out into the street and look up at the sun to have it kiss me before I took another step....

Individual view
Conception of though and feeling
Expression
What are you?
Did I forget to say Who?
We shall see.
If you exist above reality
Then maybe
A belief in Self
Could be something
This can all sound confusing
But if you think then are you thinking?
Open up and show Who
What you are.