When the buzz of the alarm or our song of choice jolts us into that miserable, groggy, half-wakened state state of mind, often all we can think about is the list of obligations we have throughout the day. Obligations we really don’t want to fulfill. That sound of our day starting – beeping, buzzing, screeching – while we shield ourselves with blankets and pillows, attempting to lay in our warm and comfortable bed, that sound can be equivalent to nails on a chalkboard. But, what if it didn’t have to be like that? What if the sound of waking signified love, creation, and the brightest life one could imagine?
But, no matter how big our plate is, we can only chew one bite at a time. And when we feel flooded and overwhelmed, gasping for air, worried about all of the possible combinations of what might happen, we just have to remember the air comes in, and, then, it goes out.
One breath at a time. That is the experience, and it is meant to be suckled by every taste bud, digested fully, then dissipated back into infinity. This is the purpose of life.