We don’t remember the day breath expelled from lungs. The newness, the creation from the womb of a living being. We were a joy brought in pain.
We were alive inside the living. Giving not a care except for just being. Forget we have the luxury of just being for a moment, just being.
All the sorrows of the world had not reached us in our innocence. We were pure and unblemished by toxic air. It remained outside and unknown.
Oh what a miracle it is to be human. To be tender in the arms of another, to be small and vulnerable. How the world has turned us into forgetful creatures. Yet we inherited very fundamental truthes.
The truth that from the womb, unto to ground or ash our end is in the bosom of dirt damp. Journey we do upon this brief trip. And soon we shall be in the grips of a darkness once again.
So I shall breathe, I shall love. For those were the first things being born I was taught.
Pain, breath and love.