As I mentally prepared for this year, there were things I knew I’d have to learn. I would need to learn new customs, new languages, how to live independently, and other alien concepts yet to be discovered. In fact, the things I did know were few and far between. Among this abundance of unlearned material, breathing was something that not once crossed my mind.
I have been breathing for a while now, just over 18 years and 10 months actually. And one would think that after that long of a time, I would have mastered the practice of inhalation and exhalation pretty well. By now, I could maybe call breathing a habit of sorts.
In spite of all that, I am only now learning what it means to breathe.
breath·ing | ˈbrē-thiŋ |
noun
1 the process of expelling one’s worldview through the limited scope of a bendy straw, and inhaling a cornucopia brimming with rich outlooks.
2 a short time taken to examine one’s inner meaning, mind, and morals – rekindling a desire to learn.
3 a pause to observe real life before one is to begin his own on his own, learning that the things that matter aren’t really things at all.
4 the process of taking in air and expelling it from the lungs : His breathing was calm as he reassessed, everything.
ORIGIN: Mberes, Ross Bethio, Senegal
