Sometimes not saying anything at all is better than just blabbering looking for some good words to throw around.
How keen is life with all the variations under one theme! The theme, obviously breath!
What is the constant motion that acompanies us from our first independent moment out of the womb and just before life fades into oblibvion?
In it we see many oportunities to love and hate, create or destroy, awake or sleep!
Nothing is more important to anyone who wants to live than the breath he or she carry, because implicitly they know that without that vessel the trip that they started is over.
They can be in joy, they can be in pain, but they will be breathing until they die.
I am thankful to my parents for the breath they gave me 30 years ago. Thanks to this I have travelled a bit, I have been both in joy and in pain, fortunately I barely know the latter and I still cannot fathom how to master the joy.
People, wiser in spirit and presence of mind, tell me that Carpe diem is the day! Cease the day and all things will fall into place. Oddly enough, I tend to waste my days in rumblings of past glories and unachieved futures!
I would say that may use of this vessel is commonly placed in the melancolic derivations of what i should have and the what ifs that usually support them.
My life is as rich as it can be and still i feel the void of empty purpose lurking inside of me.
We pull to us what our hearts desire, however if we focus on what we fear we will attract that as well.
Derivations of an empty hour
by Mr. Sousa
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