Breaths of Fresh Air

Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breaths away.

If you observe carefully, you may be able to find times every day that takes your breaths away. And it’s those breaths of fresh air that keeps you in check. Whether it’s a wonderful delight or an ugly revelation, it helps to ground us in reality.

However rare, I try to remember these moments and turn them into writing inspirations at the end of the night. But sometimes when they are the ugly revelation kind, I try to not think about it too much. There’s too much ugliness in this world that it’d trap you in eternal depression if you are too pessimistic.

Being ignorant then means not changing the world for the better and possibly making it someone else’s burden. You proceed to wish that you breathed the wonderful delight kind instead. You hope that those problems will not catch up to you, that you’d be long dead before any of it becomes a state-of-emergency.

Then, at the end of the night when all is quiet and calm, you breathe deep and wish that someone was with you; to sit in the silence and enjoy breaths of fresh air with you.