friday. breathe

So today has been just an ordinary day. Although i am not to sure that oridinary is a bad thing, i mean we call things ordinary because we are used to them. We call things like breathing oridinary or simple because we dont really have to think abuot do it to do it. Although I know by continuing practice that breathing is far from ordainary. When you sit back overwhelmed with drowning in stress, a smiple clearifing breath is a struggle to have, but when we sit down and close our eyes picturing all the stresses that compound our lives taking in a large breath we feel it invade our lungs as we exhale it we seem to let out the confusion that goes with the stress and we open our eyes to something where 5 seconds ago we couldnt handle to now just one dilrabrate breath away we can face and tackle. OK the out come is not always good but when u stand back out of anything to really take it all in and let out the fragments of disaster go we are able to face it and make it in to something better than it would have been.
Which brings me to today another ordinary day, I woke, my mind did what has become an automatic thing for me the past 2 years doing a silent senory check... i can see, my heart beats i look toward the BP machine that sits at my bedside and read the numbers they look good (good thing cos that would jsut suck to wake up and find out I died last night lol.), i still have feeling in my feet (yay i like being able to walk), and finally i breath in deeply and exhale slight worry that am not really here. <-- note it takes the breath to make me acknowledge that i am alive. (ironic huh) so far when i stand back and look at the morning it is a pretty damn good day i am alive. Nothing has happened yet nothing has been said just the simple thought of knowing my heart beats and my body breathes, What is so unordinary about that?
Yes it true that everyone around the world wakes up (well those who wake up) in some sort of subconscious notes that they are still living, but then that too brings me to think what is so ordinary about it now not only am i alive, i have one thing in common with everysingle person living in this world. Suddenly the world is not so big, (or rather it just shrunk again cos i never did believe that is was big).
So my feet finally find my floor and i am able to stand some say what is so special about that? well try asking a soldier who gave his legs so we can live to our own free will. Of course most ppl would that me stepping on a large strip of wax paper caked with skin glue would have been the start of a very  bad day but I am not most ppl (congrats CJ u got me). So i get a smile freely given to me and i am still alone in my bedroom how unordinary is that?
So today is just another ordinary day to which if the next 50yrs were just another ordinary day I would be thankful for the days to where i have th ablity to wake, to note the heart beat to feel the first breath that escapes my lungs with a thankful heart. That on it own i find unordinary. As with out that one breath there would be no laughter, no smile, no tears, no heartache, no pain, no joy. Without the Breath to which gives us our lives there would be nothing. Yes heartsbeat but they stop when you are no longer able to breathe.

I dont believe that there is anything ordinary about it.