If I Respire

Good day everyone🌹I wanted to share with you all a short post today. Below I will leave a poem called If by Rudy Kipling. Please read it when you have time. Time is a beautiful gift that is given and so many abuse it. So let's use our time wisely and breathe into someone today. Let's allow our words to heal and not hurt. I hope this brings encouragement to you.🌹

Respire: 

1. to inhale and exhale air for the purpose of maintaining life; breathe.
2. to breathe freely again, after anxiety, trouble, etc.

3. to breathe; inhale and exhale.
4. to exhale.
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If by Rudy Kipling 

If you can keep your head when all about you

   Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

   But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

   Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,

   And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;

   If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with triumph and disaster

   And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

   Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,

   And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

   And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

   And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

   To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

   Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

   Or walk with kings—nor lose the common touch;

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;

   If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run—

   Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Strive daily to live on purpose, even through the pain and suffering that life has to offer. Please see the beauty in this poem and understand that time is precious. Once that minute is gone, it can never return. It's now in the past as you continue to strive in the present (future). So please make everyday count and cherish the moment of time well spent with those that you love. Hold on to them and love on purpose🌹