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once born, we take the first gasp of air.
this large invisible sack that fills our lungs,
sometimes it hurts, sometimes it's necessary
inhale, exhale and the rhythm goes on.
but i've noticed that life is counted by the repetitions.

as are born as consumers,
even to consume things which we cannot see.
we must have everything.
knowledge, power, love, acceptance.
not in any particular order but just to illustrate how much we seek things that should seek us.

when we are scared we take in another sack,
when we fall in love, another,
when we search for courage, another,
all this taking and not enough giving back.
puzzling me.
have you never noticed how good a deep breath feels?
to take in something and give it right back ten fold.
the feeling doesn't come from the oxygen you're intaking.
but the ability to let that go.
try it, which feels better?

by the time we die,
we let go of everything that we have held ever so closely to us.
we dont end our lives with an inhale,
finally we feel good about ourselves because we have no more weight.
how ironic is this?
we are born to take in everything but never enough to make us truly happy.
only when we learn to let go of what we care about gives us full pleasure.


death and all his friends.
once born, we take the first gasp of air.
this large invisible sack that fills our lungs,
sometimes it hurts, sometimes it's necessary
inhale, exhale and the rhythm goes on.
but i've noticed that life is counted by the repetitions.

as are born as consumers,
even to consume things which we cannot see.
we must have everything.
knowledge, power, love, acceptance.
not in any particular order but just to illustrate how much we seek things that should seek us.

when we are scared we take in another sack,
when we fall in love, another,
when we search for courage, another,
all this taking and not enough giving back.
puzzling me.
have you never noticed how good a deep breath feels?
to take in something and give it right back ten fold.
the feeling doesn't come from the oxygen you're intaking.
but the ability to let that go.
try it, which feels better?

by the time we die,
we let go of everything that we have held ever so closely to us.
we dont end our lives with an inhale,
finally we feel good about ourselves because we have no more weight.
how ironic is this?
we are born to take in everything but never enough to make us truly happy.
only when we learn to let go of what we care about gives us full pleasure.


death and all his friends.
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