In the breach of a tremendous storm,
do the blades of grass complain?
Do the grains of sand on a beach complain
that the waves are too small?
Take a breath. Was it a perfect breath?
Did it do what it was supposed to do?
What would you have done without that breath?
Would your life be happier?
What if you could have taken two breaths in that time?
Would your life have been more fulfilling?
Do you regret not taking three breaths?
We often want to unring the bell,
but it is our hell to have not truly listened
to the bell when it was ringing.
We long for the siren sound of sitting still
while we are too busy making noises
in earnest preparation to hear it.
If tomorrow never comes,
it does not deserve my company.