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BREATHE

As I write this, I’m kind of thinking this is a funny topic – Breathe. But this concept has been gaining my attention for the past few weeks. It’s the thought of being helpless sometimes in life that made me want to write about this, we as humans may not know how to solve our problems and take care of our worries, and we do not even know why they are there in the first place. But there is one thing we can do as humans, one thing God created us and gave us the right to do, and that’s breathing.
What is breathing? It means to take in air repeatedly and alternately in order to stay alive. That is the definition I know you know. But one definition that you might not know is to relax and stop worrying about something or things in general. That is the definition I want to talk about.
There is a time for everything under the sun, a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain, a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace… these are the seasons we are bound to see in life as human beings, one way or the other, you must have experienced these seasons, maybe not all, but definitely some. The thing is we as human beings cannot do anything to change these seasons, and whether we like it or not, it happens to every one of us at some point in our lives. Whether good or evil, but there is one thing we all can do – Breathe.
One art we’ve got to learn to do as human beings is breathing. When life is tough and unfair, we got to learn to breathe; when life is all fun, play and filled with happiness and love, we’ve got to learn to breathe. Breathing is something that we do when everything is okay; it is literarily an involuntary action when everything is going just the way we planned. But what happens when we are tossed up and down and we just don’t know what to do? We find ourselves in one deep pool of worry and we are drowning in it. I worry a lot so trust me; I know what I’m talking about. But I am learning to breathe and I think you should too.
How do you breathe? Prayer is an important part of survival; it’s our connection to the Supreme Being. Prayer is a part of breathing, because from the definition above, there is no way you can relax and stop worrying about your problems if someone is not taking care of them. That’s the thing with problems and worrying, someone has to do it or nothing would get done in this life. That’s what we do when we pray; we give our problems to God and relax, and stop worrying about them. Another way to breathe is to breathe (its funny right?). Okay what I mean is breathe (literarily), take in air; you need it to survive anyway. There is absolutely no point dying for not taking in air (that doesn’t sound right, does it?) so take in as much air as you can possibly get
I guess what I am saying is that: when you are faced with problems like failure in school or in business, or death in your family or close friends, or devastating sicknesses or diseases, or a trying period in your life when nothing seems to be working out, or regrets from the previous years of your life, or regrets and pain in your marriage, or fear of life and the unknown, uncertainty in a choice or decision you have to make, or nagging thoughts of failure and defeat in your endeavors and plans for the future, and a lot of other problems you can think about,… don’t forget to breathe…

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