What truly is new if every breath that I take has been taken once before?
This earth is so old; so many creatures roamed before me. They took in air to survive, as do I. There have been billions of animals, each taking so many breaths a day. How many breaths do I take a day? Is it possible that any of that air has not been breathed before?
And if it’s all been breathed once before, then why do we put such pressure on ourselves to do something new? To come up with something original? Unique? Can we learn to just rejoice in what already is?