I’m thinking about all those things weighing on us, tugging us in multiple directions, demanding the attention we don’t always have to give. These things sap us of life even if the life we live depends on our attending to them. It’s a good thing we don’t have to remember to draw a breath every time our body needs oxygen. There’s already too much to do, to think about, to deal with.
Yet to stop and consider our breath is an extraordinary thing. We breathe. Never thinking…in…out.
But coming to an awareness of our breathing reminds us we’re alive, we’re still here, death hasn’t consumed us just yet. And when life is sucking the life from us, sometimes to pause and focus on the breaths we take may be the only moment in a day where being alive seems like something we’re meant to be.