It’s never been harder to breathe than it is right now. I’ve been punched in the gut so hard that I’ve fallen to the ground. Barely able to open my eyes, I see the blood flowing from my mouth; as it pours to the ground I realize why it’s been so hard to take a breath. My lungs are pumping blood, not air. And my heart is full of air, not blood. As I’m laying there dying; I start to remember all of the useless, pointless things that I’ve done, the selfish, wasteful wars I’ve begun. I think about all the times I’ve cursed the Almighty instead of thanking him for the breath that he gave me, that I no longer had. That’s when I realized I was better off dead. So I let go of my gasping for air, and gave myself up to death. But in the distance I hear whispers, I can’t make out what’s being said, my lifeless body just bleeds, that’s when I heard “Just Breathe”; and I woke up from that dream.