#68 - The trick is to keep breathing.
The trick is to keep breathing.
These days, breathing is all I can do. I look at myself and I see someone that breathes... Someone who is only allowed to breathe.
But I can do so much more, definitely, yet I am limited, bereft of opportunities. So, I am reduced to simply breathing.
Everyone does it--breathing that is, thus I am not entirely special.
Because of that, I think I will have to device ways to get better at breathing, and be able to breathe with fancy tricks. Maybe that way I will come up with a spectacular show, and I can proudly claim myself as "A first in Human History."
In other words, I will make myself into a breathing freak show.
I will breathe enough air and hold it in the longest; or breathe in so much air to bloat my belly round then rise and fly across the horizon like an airship; or breathe quickly short of hyperventilation to make me run faster.
Yea, that would be nice.
That would be cool.
That would be my sense of purpose and contribution, as well as retribution.
When I've gained breathing-freak-show perfection, and I've become a millionaire out of it, I will laugh.
I will laugh so hard that tears will come out of my eyes and I will allow myself to cry.
I will cry so hard that my tears becomes some kind of rain that will flush out the lack of choice away, and wash out the iron chains of this box and provide some kind of option instead of just sinking things in to an inescapable caste system...
that no one will ever have to be in a disposition of deciding to be a freak-show-of-a-breather ever again.
And until then...
The trick is to keep breathing.
These days, breathing is all I can do. I look at myself and I see someone that breathes... Someone who is only allowed to breathe.
But I can do so much more, definitely, yet I am limited, bereft of opportunities. So, I am reduced to simply breathing.
Everyone does it--breathing that is, thus I am not entirely special.
Because of that, I think I will have to device ways to get better at breathing, and be able to breathe with fancy tricks. Maybe that way I will come up with a spectacular show, and I can proudly claim myself as "A first in Human History."
In other words, I will make myself into a breathing freak show.
I will breathe enough air and hold it in the longest; or breathe in so much air to bloat my belly round then rise and fly across the horizon like an airship; or breathe quickly short of hyperventilation to make me run faster.
Yea, that would be nice.
That would be cool.
That would be my sense of purpose and contribution, as well as retribution.
When I've gained breathing-freak-show perfection, and I've become a millionaire out of it, I will laugh.
I will laugh so hard that tears will come out of my eyes and I will allow myself to cry.
I will cry so hard that my tears becomes some kind of rain that will flush out the lack of choice away, and wash out the iron chains of this box and provide some kind of option instead of just sinking things in to an inescapable caste system...
that no one will ever have to be in a disposition of deciding to be a freak-show-of-a-breather ever again.
And until then...
The trick is to keep breathing.