Sigh.

Inhale. Drag. Hold. Exhale. Repeat.

There’s that moment in between breaths where you’re breathless. For a split second, nothing. This is different. What you exhale isn’t air. It isn’t smoke. It isn’t carbon dioxide. No. Not this kind of breathing.

What leaves your lungs is your sadness, everything that you’ve been keeping inside, and eventually, the things you have to let go of. It leaves your lungs like the steam from a kettle, letting you know that the water is boiling, that the water is ready. You’re ready. Ready to be happy.

Breathe in. You take in life into your lungs, another couple seconds of living. You inhale happiness. For a moment, you don’t have depression, but rather, joy. It’s the kind that isn’t dependent on another being. This is something that you have to do for yourself. No one can make you breathe. You don’t even really think about it. You just do.

You never inhale the same air. Truth. The same goes with exhaling. Truth. You never find happiness in the same place. Truth. The same sadness never finds you. Truth. There’s nothing you can do about it. False.

Let go of sadness, and let us be people who breathe in life, happiness, joy…wherever it may come from. Because that’s what we were meant to do.

Take it all in.

Live.

Notes

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