Today we talked about breath-holding underwater.

It started as casual conversation, but somehow it got me unexpectedly excited.

I learned that holding your breath isn’t about forcing it. It’s about switching off some external senses, so the inner sensations can expand.

And suddenly something clicked. Isn’t this exactly what it feels like to return to the womb, to amniotic water, to a time before the world became loud?

For a moment, I felt like I’d stumbled upon some kind of “secret to immortality.” Not eternal youth but an entrance to living again.

I started looking forward to my next swim. Not for exercise, not for burning calories, but to sink my head into the water and slowly feel that sensation of being held, being supported, floating without effort.

That’s when I laughed. Because I realized this is how life works too.

In each LOOP, we simply give ourselves a reason first, then spend our entire lives proving it.

Some people swim for health. Some for body lines. Some for family time. Some just love the sound of water. Some call it practice. Some call it a ritual. Some are escaping. Some are approaching.

The reasons are endless. But inside each person’s consciousness, the choice made in that moment is always the “right” one to them.

So life isn’t meant to be played correctly. It’s meant to be played alive.

There’s no hierarchy. Only the level of resources and energy available at the time, and the direction you choose to move.

As long as we enjoy the process and can carry the consequences, that path is the best one in that moment.

Just like swimming— we can float, dive, or kick around however we want.

We’re already here anyway. Not playing would be the real waste.



—— XC Scribbles · 柒拾肆 LXXIV 🤿