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job says to the Lord, "remember, o God, that my life is but a breath..."

there were a few times last summer that either some, or all of us, from the rachel, lydia, christina, and me group went to lydia's beach house in oak island.

i know it's an island, 'cause you have to cross a bridge to get there.

this bridge is kinda long - or kinda long when we hold our breath, which we always do, and can't let up until we've gotten completely off the bridge.

preparing for going over the bridge with my breath held is intense, man. you need to do some breathing stretches to get you all ready to skunk the other chicks in the car - you just gotta be ready to dominate.

but sometimes all my stamina is gone with the training. all the breath i could have held was wasted on breathing exercises.

but if i would just go over the bridge, and not prepare myself, i'd lose.

when i read what job said when he was talking to God, i thought about this...

if we knew that life was just a breath - don't you think we'd prepare, and consider things in a different light?

i know that when i'm on that bridge, i only have a certain amount of time before i can breath again... so by gosh i get ready.

i think that if i really stopped, every day, to consider that life was a mere breath - i would change things.

the way i handled situations with my friends and family. the amount of time i spend on one thing or the other... etc.

what would you change?