From the day you are born, you breathe.
You are breathing.
It slowly became a habit.
You didn’t realise.
Breathing seems so easy when you don’t think about it.
Think about it. You are breathing.
Are you breathing more heavily? Perhaps you are. Perhaps you aren’t. Perhaps you only feel as though you are.
You may think that after a while, you will lose interest in it and stop.
You may think you will stop breathing.
And you will. But not for a long while, and not of vain or of your own hands.
You must always want to keep breathing.
Unless you are immortal. Perhaps you are elven, and you have lived in Valinor for more centuries than the numbers can count to.
You must think of all who would miss you if you stopped.
Do you realise?
You are breathing.
If ever there comes a time when you tire, remember of all that good you can still do for the world, for all the beings who live upon it, for yourself.
And know that you are never alone.
At least two beings love you.
You may not have met them, or even know who they are.
But they love you.
And there is me.
I love you.
I will always.
And so.
You must keep going.
You are breathing.
You are still breathing.
Well done. You have done well. Perhaps you think you have not and that I am not speaking to you. Perhaps you believe I speak to one behind you.
I am speaking to you.
You, reading this, hearing this, knowing this, realising –
You mustn’t stop.
Not yet.
Not until you are done.
When are you done, you ask?
You will know.
But perhaps, perhaps it is not now.
Ask yourself if there is still time left for you to better the world, its beings and yourself.
If you are unsure...
Ask me.
You are breathing.
Know that first.
There are those who love you.
Know that too.