Remember to Breathe

We pray for purpose, but we never pray for the courage to sustain it when it lands in a gargantuan pile upon our heads. Responsibilities are everywhere, like a giggling child playing peek- a- boo but to the adult, it is no game. A loop of "to-do's," and "what's next," that intertwines in an infinite cycle that ends in death. 

The itinerary lurks on the refrigerator like a toxic man about to break your heart, it never adds to you unwinding, it just adds to the sighing. To get through today, there are zigzags of mountains, gushing rivers, no plains. Support sits away on a cloud, it is just you to withstand the punches of "meeting at 9 a.m.," "class by 10 a.m.," "work, work, work till 5 p.m.," "run home to make supper by 6 p. m.," "do homework and chores before 8 p.m.," "settle the kids by 9 p.m.," "clean up the kitchen by 10 p.m.," "prepare the bags, the food, the ironing, the spot checking by 12 a.m.," "sleep and wake up by 5 a.m." 

Round the clock you go, barely able to run before its hands, tripping every now and then as your breath gets knocked out. You are constantly left heaving, with the slap of time so fierce that by the end of the day, you wonder which magician performed this trick and when you will ever break free.

You suffer silently in this leaden season for how do you explain the depletion of your mental health to the culprits who cause it? Then, in an epiphany of sorts, you realize that only you can save you and even after death, the mantle of "to do's," and "what's next," simply gets passed along.

So, you push some more and then you take that rest. You stop, you recollect, you do at times for you. One day at a time, dear child, but until then..................Ooooo child, you must breathe!