And for one brilliant moment, one is simply human

Breathe in. Breathe out. Slowly.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Breathe in.

Embrace the quiet. Feel the tears welling up as one realises the weight of every day. Of the expectations by others. By oneself. By society. The worries about getting older, about being lonely, about upcoming appointments. Of financial obligations and the pains and aches of one's body that has been wrecked by too little, poor quality sleep, too much stress and always the rushing. Rushing ever forward, to some goal nobody can see, a goal of which nobody knows what it is exactly, except that it must be there, because everybody else is rushing that way as well.

Breathe out.

Let it go.

Breathe in.

Embrace the quiet. See oneself as merely this one collection of chemicals, this one mind, in a vast universe. Accept that the universe - or this planet - does not care about our ambitions. Accept that the universe has no goals, no dreams, no ambitions. It doesn't judge you. Only oneself can.

Breathe out.

Breathe in.

There's this small, blue speck in a remote part of an otherwise unremarkable galaxy. On which right now oneself exists. Along with approximately seven and a half billion other human beings much like oneself. Just this mass of bodies, moving about as busily as an ocean current, rushing towards no particular goal.

Breathe out.

Breathe in.

Why do you judge yourself?

What are your true goals in life?

What are your real dreams?

Why do you exist?

Can you exist as only a human being?


Keep breathing. Keep living. Keep being human.


Maya