Odd Question
Do you breathe a lot? You are constantly inhaling and exhaling for the sake of surviving, but what about living? We all have things to tend to so that we can eat, sleep, drive, and dress, but what about dream, plan, and create? There's a sense of purpose in that, whether you're an educator or performing artist. Breathing is very important when you're undergoing a continuous activity, such as running, jumping, lifting, and making sure a child doesn't run outside of a set perimeter (funny how the previous actions all apply to watching children). I don't breathe as much as I should when I'm not preoccupied. There are cracks between the intensity of our daily activities we don't cease as often as we should. It's time we do because we will never get those exact moments back.
I'm currently sitting at Barnes and Noble, listening to people laugh, talk on the phone, whisper, and make plans for a young Saturday night. Headphones are usually over my head, pumping repeated playlists through my ears because it's my comfort zone. Today, I watched True Lies for the first time in a few years. There are so many details I overlooked as a kid, like how mature the content was. Watching an action hero save the day is always cool, but one can easily overlook how violent they can be in order to save the lives of those whom they care about deeply. You can, on the other hand, ruin the excitement of it when you focus on those aspects. Sitting on the couch, eating small Oreos and anticipating Arnold's next move took me back to the 90s. Plugging up my phone in the other room disarmed my need to scroll through Facebook and Instagram. It can wait, a voice said as the fictional bullets ricochetted on the television screen. Watching that film with no need to rush was relaxing. Freeing.
Our bodies need time to reboot. It's the only one we have and not taking care of it is smack in the face to the one person who provided it. Everything now days add so much weight to the hosts of our spirits besides unwanted fat. Responsibility can be heavy, especially when it's not ours to carry. Take a chance and breathe as you hand it off to more qualified hands. Take a breather, as we say. Consume the sound of the coffee maker and machinery at the cafe. Feel the lights from the ceiling hitting your hands and the table supporting them as you type on your computer. Think of how those same hands were were once small enough to make a popsicle the biggest thing your eyes will ever see when you're thirsty and hungry at the same time. I feel like Vanya from The Umbrella Academy, forcing myself to concentrate on a sound and turn it into energy.
Come Monday, I'll be back at work. My week will feel as if it's repeating, but it'll be the contrary. The building will be the same , as well as the people and tasks, but the outcome will greatly differ. We can't predict anything. We can breathe now and not come tomorrow. This gives you every excuse to breathe currently, where you sit, stand, or lay. I reference the idea of dying empty often. It's not a morbid concept when you think of it as a child holding a glass of juice. The child will pick it up with both hands and swallow the substance, letting out a satisfying sigh upon emptying the dish. The parent would playfully ask, all done, by which the child will nod as the remaining drops of juice drip from the corner of their mouth. Though the cup is empty, the child is satisfied. That's what we should aim to acquire--satisfaction. Breathing comes with satisfaction, for you are satisfied with the moment. Make the best out of it, my friends.
I'm currently sitting at Barnes and Noble, listening to people laugh, talk on the phone, whisper, and make plans for a young Saturday night. Headphones are usually over my head, pumping repeated playlists through my ears because it's my comfort zone. Today, I watched True Lies for the first time in a few years. There are so many details I overlooked as a kid, like how mature the content was. Watching an action hero save the day is always cool, but one can easily overlook how violent they can be in order to save the lives of those whom they care about deeply. You can, on the other hand, ruin the excitement of it when you focus on those aspects. Sitting on the couch, eating small Oreos and anticipating Arnold's next move took me back to the 90s. Plugging up my phone in the other room disarmed my need to scroll through Facebook and Instagram. It can wait, a voice said as the fictional bullets ricochetted on the television screen. Watching that film with no need to rush was relaxing. Freeing.
Our bodies need time to reboot. It's the only one we have and not taking care of it is smack in the face to the one person who provided it. Everything now days add so much weight to the hosts of our spirits besides unwanted fat. Responsibility can be heavy, especially when it's not ours to carry. Take a chance and breathe as you hand it off to more qualified hands. Take a breather, as we say. Consume the sound of the coffee maker and machinery at the cafe. Feel the lights from the ceiling hitting your hands and the table supporting them as you type on your computer. Think of how those same hands were were once small enough to make a popsicle the biggest thing your eyes will ever see when you're thirsty and hungry at the same time. I feel like Vanya from The Umbrella Academy, forcing myself to concentrate on a sound and turn it into energy.
Come Monday, I'll be back at work. My week will feel as if it's repeating, but it'll be the contrary. The building will be the same , as well as the people and tasks, but the outcome will greatly differ. We can't predict anything. We can breathe now and not come tomorrow. This gives you every excuse to breathe currently, where you sit, stand, or lay. I reference the idea of dying empty often. It's not a morbid concept when you think of it as a child holding a glass of juice. The child will pick it up with both hands and swallow the substance, letting out a satisfying sigh upon emptying the dish. The parent would playfully ask, all done, by which the child will nod as the remaining drops of juice drip from the corner of their mouth. Though the cup is empty, the child is satisfied. That's what we should aim to acquire--satisfaction. Breathing comes with satisfaction, for you are satisfied with the moment. Make the best out of it, my friends.
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