When we were born we were all perfect. Smooth, hard and sometimes cold as ice. As we grow and learn, it's like little ice picks eat away at us.
This is why I'm this way. Because this or that happened.
We gain allergies. But we also gain fear.
I can't do that. My brain said that I can't do that.
What would it take to become whole again? Or rather, what would you give? What would it give?
Focus on your breath. It keeps you alive. Focus on your breath, it's been there since you were born.