a breath…
When you think about it, life comes down to a breath. I mean….simply (or perhaps, not so simply) speaking, isn’t life but a breath?one of those things that are here…and then gone…
There’s a breath between a yes & a no…theres a breath between the here and the now and the next.
i’ve been told that life is too short too for: (insert negative feeling, emotion or circumstance here). I fought with that..because I believed that these feelings contributed to making you feel alive…I thought that to feel anything was good (even if it was bad) because, that meant you could at least feel…I still knew that life was short, but maybe just long enough to willingly feel pain.
But what about the pain where you feel worn down by some one else, defeated, hopeless, frustrated, annoyed or angry? Feelings, you…yourself can help.
Perhaps I don’t have all the answers or the experience…but I feel like life has to be too short for that.
Life is but a breath….the theologists, the dreamers, the poets, the parents…the grandparents who ask where did all their time go…how did they blink and breath…then all of a sudden be old and wrinkled and start to look back rather then dream forward…they all tell us the same thing: even if you think you will live forever, even if you feel invincible…you won’t…because life really is so short, that it is but a breath.
So for those who have told me that life is short….that I had argued with.
I believe you now.
