This strange feeling we call "being alive"

There's this thing we call life. It's intrinsically complicated. Weird, as in it probably shouldn't exist. But probably not as weird as being alive.

Life, as far as we know, is quite good at obeying the laws of physics. It simply knows them well enough to manipulate them towards whatever life's "goals" are (does life have a goal?). It does not break the speed of light. It is still governed by the same laws as the things we consider not to be alive. But being alive is a whole other level of weirdness. Because being alive does seem to break the laws of physics. All the time.

Let's be clear: maybe being alive does not necessarily break the laws of physics. But only if being alive is not a "real" thing. Or if it only happens for a period of time that is so short that it doesn't really matter.  Still, regardless of the "reality" of our "being alive" "sensation", we still feel it, and, in fact, we can't really feel anything else. So the entire perception, interpretation and analysis of the "reality" around us, its laws and physics, is fully obtained under this weird state of "being alive". Under this constant "high" that continuously defies and breaks the same laws and forces we try to pin down and understand. So how can we even trust our own ideas of the world around us? How can we trust anything? How can we believe things actually exist?

Being alive is all we ever know. The rest may be either an illusion, or a completely distorted idea of what the actual "reality" may be.