Last week I finally went and got the tattoo I have said I was going to get for sometime. My mother sure was not happy about me getting another addition of ink on my body but this word has so much meaning and intensity to me I needed it. Breathing truly is our existence, it calms the mind, soothes the soul and keeps us living. Two weeks ago I had the unfortunate opportunity to make a decision that I don’t wish upon anyone in life. However if you can’t breathe on your own, and you are purely suffering, how is that living. It was so bizarre an action, a word that I felt so strongly about had come at me in such a manner about someone I cared for. This I can truly say was the hardest thing I have ever had to do, however I know it was the right thing to do. This tattoo means so much to me it is a reminder to never take for granted the simplest things in life, to live purely and enjoy the moments you have while you are here as it all truly can slip away in the blink of a eye.