The Constant

Twenty years from now what will have stood up to scrutiny? What inexhaustible truths can be counted upon across the ages? The cracks on a wall, the dust on your shelves, the bump on a thumb, a dimple in your flesh?
Among all the uncertainty stands one pillar of truth. The undeniable importance of breath- an action which connects our bodies to the world, ever changing, through countless trials and tribulations. Divorce, death, haste, injustice, love, greed, wash over us with great force- dictating our paths, leading us in directions unimagined. This dream with one constant, breath. In the throws of darkness, undeniable; in the presence of ignorance; relentless. Through the human spectrum of emotion: anger, emptiness, injustice, pleasure and pain, it stands.
One day it's purpose will be outlived. The very essence of it, which fuels our lives, will cease to exist. Perhaps without warning, it will slip from our being. Leaving behind traces of its triumphant journey.
But until then, as we maneuver this maze of experience, we shall have it- unmoved, unchanged, our all encompassing rhythmic constant.