I breathe in deeply, everyday, as many times as I can remember to, realizing that many people underrate breathing. The nostalgic scents of things, the connectedness created with no physicalities involved. The accumulation of oxygen into the lungs producing the unconsciously coveted affordance of life continuity. Just one second at a time, the next breath expected but not promised, the breath before quickly becoming a distant memory. But the present one, oh that present breath is.....
Unfathomable really, that as soon as we receive it, we just expect the next one to come without merit, without good deed, as if it belongs to us. Pompous, really. Without consequence, we as humans rarely perceive the validity of an action; however, what greater consequence than an end to life, an abrupt breathlessness, sudden and without warning. Lest it be sorrowfully slow, labored, where we must coexist with the suffering of others and remain tethered there, because only at that moment do we genuinely value breath, when we are faced with its extinction.
Unfathomable really, that as soon as we receive it, we just expect the next one to come without merit, without good deed, as if it belongs to us. Pompous, really. Without consequence, we as humans rarely perceive the validity of an action; however, what greater consequence than an end to life, an abrupt breathlessness, sudden and without warning. Lest it be sorrowfully slow, labored, where we must coexist with the suffering of others and remain tethered there, because only at that moment do we genuinely value breath, when we are faced with its extinction.
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