Breathe

Breathing.
In, and out. The rhythm of life: in and out.
Heart beating,
Pumping the life-blood,
In and out.

Regardless of what comes to us, it will pass away from us as well. The question is: how will we let it pass? Gracefully, with peace and an open hand? Or regretfully, clinging to the merest shred of it, dragging out the inevitable with pain and suffering?

Do I fight to keep it in my life, or do I run away from its presence?
In certain circumstances, neither option is healthy.
In others, either could be commendable.

Everything has its time and place.

Breathe.
In,
and Out.
A breathe held, then released,
Then breathed again.

As temporal beings we are subject to this cyclical law.
What will we find when Time ceases to be?
Will the cycle stop?
Will we stop breathing?
Will our hearts stop beating?
I find such an existence hard to imagine...
Is it so entirely other from what we know that we simply cannot understand right now?
Does that excuse us from trying to understand anyway?

Perhaps the cycle does not cease,
Perhaps we will simply no longer be slaves to the cycle.

"Time is not the boss of me!" ~The Doctor

Will that be true for us someday?