Smoke. People smoke.
Have you ever actually observe smoke close up?
They are millions and millions of tiny specks of tar-tainted ash dust.
When smoking, these million tar-tainted specks of ash dust got sucked inside the lungs only to scratch them. They scratch the lung to make one feel real.
The smoking person feels real to oneself. One feels awake, alert and alive. One feels one with oneself. One also feels in control and independent.
Then suddenly reality hits! Yup, one becomes addicted to those feelings. Smoke has become a necessity just to feel real.
When young people do this, they feel like an adult. They lose their innocence and child-like purity.
No one needs to be that way. No one needs to pay that price to feel real.
To feel real is simple. All you need to do is breathe. . . Breathe . . . slowly . . . .
Yup! Breathe in . . . so slow so you can feel the air scratching and soothing your nose, your forehead, your crown, you brain, your throat, your lung, your blood and your entire body. Then breathe out . . . naturally.
Cherish the breath. Caress the breath. Conserve the breath.
Let breaths swarm your body and swoon every fiber of your being.You'll feel real, in control, awake, alert and alive. At the same time, you'll feel young and remain young like a child playing with his or her toy.
Breaths . . . is now my play toy.
Play with breaths . . . The moment you stop playing with breaths, you get old.
Wanna stay young and youthful? Play with your breaths . . . Yup!
Breathe . . . please.
Breathe out . . . into the wonderful freeing and playful atmosphere of the Gentle Holy Spirit.
God bless y'all.
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