Our breath is our guarantee of life. So what are we going to do with it, our invisible animator, during the tiny frame of time that we inhabit these spacesuits we call bodies? Tennyson reminds us in his poem Ulysses that with the gift of breath, and life, comes the necessity to live that life, and give those lungs something to boast about.
When Ulysses speaks of his life as a roving warrior, the famous I shall drink life to the lees speech, he concludes with these lines:
I am a part of all that I have met;Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fadesFor ever and for ever when I move
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!
Do something with that breath of yours - make it count. Go walking. Speak kindly to your loved ones, and even more kindly to those who aren't so much on the loved ones list. You'll feel better, and dare I add, you'll breathe easier.As tho' to breathe were life.