I remember back in second grade when we all were learning to read the commas. The teacher used to bring one book to class and we all used to sit in a circle, read a small paragraph, and rotate the same book over and over. We never finished the book, though, I still remember a lot from it. It was about a kid that saved a whale from dying in the beach. Any ways, whenever was my turn to read a small paragraph from the book, the teacher would remind me to take a deep breath once I see a comma, and then keep going. Sometimes I had to take many deep breaths in a row because the guy who wrote the book liked to describe the scenario of the story a lot. He wrote descriptions of things like the weather, the colors, and the smell of the place. I had many difficulties reading the commas because when I was reading I used to get into the story and start imagining the life of that kid that saved the whale. Even if it was not written on the book, I would imagine his red shoes, the funny way he talked, and what his hair looked like; so, of course I forgot to take deep breaths when I read a comma and the teacher yelled at me a lot because of that.
I have lived my whole life as if my second year old me was reading the book of my life. I have lived my whole life in a rush, imagining things that were not written in the paragraphs, and not reading the commas.
Now, that it realized that, I see the importance if knowing how to use comas. I always tought that living a good life was a matter of intensity, however, living a good life is a matter of reading the commas and enjoying taking deep breaths when you see them. As my friend Abishake says, living a good life is a matter of rhythm, balance, and harmony.
And that is why the comma exists, to give rythm, balance, and harmony to a book.
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