Insomnia

I awake with a start 

thoughts rattling through my head, questions that seem so simple until dissected.

Decisions . .

What's the difference between life and living?
Are the similarities the same with 'to give' and 'giving'?
Do they agree that seeing is believing or perception is the lie we're all telling?

Respond . .

Life is oneself through days, through months, through years and beyond,
The timeline of experiences of memories continuing on.
A collective, a group, a story, a novel,
Based on oneself, of their journey through hell and heaven.
So what then is living?

It seems to me in all clarity that living is life, not the brief but the mission.
Living is the decisions we are faced with in life,
The moments, balanced on the blade of a knife,
Not the time it takes or the memories collected,
but the instantaneous exploitation of everything perceived that's accepted or rejected.
Living is us . .
 . .and life is the journey.

Life is a tale continuously told as we grow old through time and learning.
Or is it just to 'be alive'? To open eyes? To have a pulse, to be of conscious mind?

One thing is certain as I draw my curtain and look to the dark night below
Whether life is living or decisions are made by seeing not believing,
Whether all of these questions are needed or just confusing,
I know one thing for certain . .
I know right now, 

I would much rather be sleeping.