All that oxygen.

I recently experienced the 56 anniversary of my birth. Nearly 57 years of requiring O2.

I realize there is nothing special about this as, any of you reading this have been doing the same since your conception.

What has come to mind today is: have I earned the O2 I have consumed in comparison to that that I have created?

The human body creates VERY little O2. Primarily we make Nitrogen. Hydrogen, Carbon Dioxide. Methane and, some O2. Oh, some sulphur, thus the scent.

Green things. Stuff the grows. PLANTS make Oxygen. Not only do they do that, but they also do it with exponential efficiency to humans. Not only THAT, but they also absorb all that CO2 we emit.

Do you garden? Do you have house plants? Do you have trees, shrubs, perennials in your yard? Do you contribute the supply of the O2 you consume?

I’ve no idea what so ever of the numbers, what I consume to what I help to produce by the number, size, shape, type of things I assist in living in captivity. I do know, I am made happy by the plants in my home. I feel joy tending them.

I too feel obligated to them as I do my indoor pets. I took it upon myself to put these living things in a situation that required my attentiveness, dedication and consistent behaviour for them to survive.

I believe I consume more than I produce. Non the less, I feel good about helping. Someday I hope to feel as obliged to caring for myself as I do for the other living things in my home.

I owe it to the oxygen supply. I owe it to the creatures that will exist after me to leave them a breath of fresh air.