That's basically it.
You inhale, you exhale.
That's how you survive.
And then you try to live in between.
You breathe and try not to over-think.
But you do anyway because there's a lot behind your every inhales and exhales.
You know it's a natural thing but you still have this feeling that it's slowly becoming a responsibility.
You're responsible for breathing.
You are breathing therefore you must have a reason, a purpose.
But now that you have a lot of years behind you and not an inkling on how many ahead, you start to fidget.
You get anxious trying to find that purpose.
And you over-think.
You know it's not helping but, like breathing, it has become a natural thing.
And so you inhale.
You over-think.
You exhale.
You over-think.
And you try to live in what little a gap there is in between.