The above is a question that constantly plagues me. I am not alone in that regard, of course. The best answer I have come up with so far is ‘probably nothing much’ which seems a little bit unsatisfactory. Even if we accept life as entirely without meaning it remains difficult to shrug off the impression that, for some reason, it should mean something.
Anyway, I spotted a post from my buddy, Cyranny, that suggested the human act of breathing in and breathing out was sufficient for getting one through to another day. That might be right, I suppose, but it is notion that, likewise, struck me as being a little bit unsatisfactory.
It occurred to me though, that if two humans were involved …together … just breathing in and out … together … then just maybe, somehow it might all be worthwhile.
So this is what I wrote …
Our beating hearts, our inhalation
Beating faster. Perspiration
Skin to skin. Sweet expectation
No spoken words. Negotiation
Two souls entwined, let no-one sever
Moments pass that last forever
Just breathing in and breathing out
And that’s what life is all about.
I’m not really trying to say very much. Because there’s really not very much to say.
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On the contrary, a delightful way to breathe
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I’m sure Mrs RR is happy to keep breathing with you … I believe we need to find our own purpose … we are all here to learn and grow and we do that in entirely different ways 🙂
Mrs Richmond has a lot more breath left in her than do I, I suspect.
And yes, I agree. Whilst I hold the firm belief that nothing has meaning, in a universal sense, I also espouse that each of us needs to find something that we would truly like to believe had meaning, and then earnestly behave as if it actually did.
and I believe you are already doing that altho you work hard to deny it!