Life is a series of breaths, the biggest of which is the breath we call life.
How many breaths go by unnoticed until we need to take a breath? We breathe in, knowing that we’re alive, but also knowing that the breath we take needs to be given back, and during that in-between time of unbreath — neither in nor out — there is a holding-onto; a purgatory.
I think of my ego as that in-between moment; caught between wanting to and letting go. So my ego takes shallow breaths, as if in wanting less I’ll have to give up less. But life makes you breathe if you want to live, and sometimes it’s like a punch to the stomach.
Respiration is the combustion engine of consciousness, pushing and pulling us forward, and like it or not, life will go on.
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