What happens when you discover that the thing you do thousands of times a day, the very thing that keeps you alive, is hamstrung and incorrect
I often learn how to breathe all over again, each time closer to get it right, but never quite there.
Each revelation a new dawn, a new chance. A realization that there's always more work to do.
It's easy to be critical, it's more important to be understanding. To be glad that the realization came, even if it's come later than you'd like.

How tied are our emotions to our physical being?
How could they be anything but completely intertwined, yet how do we ignore that fact. How do my emotional shortcomings impair my physical being. What maladies of my body are rooted in emotional faults. And what emotions come from improper care of my self.

The answer lies within, if I can open the third eye and behold the untapped power.