I love to breathe

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I noticed an old as I drove. He was old…a lot older than I. He smiled as he walked…he seemed happy.

I saw a group of boys today as I drove too. They were younger than I, and yet…they did not seem happy…

Youth.
Age.
Moments.
Life.

Our lives are made to be lived and enjoyed; yet, do we live them to the fullest? I’m not talking about driving big cars, having a plethora of money, or lots of cool “toys.” I’m instead talking about enjoying all of our small moments…those tiny, inconsequential instants of each day.

Do we appreciate the sunlight as well as the rain? We do see the joy and beauty which each of them bring, and take pleasure in them for what they have to offer?

When I went outside after work today it was nice—like a breath of much-needed air.

I love to breathe.

I drank it all in.