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Yawn! Yawn! Yawn!

What makes you yawn? Long, dull lectures? Your roommate’s endless talking about someone? Boring sermons? As for me, it's my monotonous, drudging daily routine, my work. This leads me to wonder why people yawn. What makes a person contort his or her face, stretch his or her mouth wide open, take a deep breath, and sigh?

I found the answer to an article I have read, and here it goes: the shallow breathing, stuffy air, or anxiety can deplete oxygen in our bodies. So God equipped us with deep-breath reflex response that is designed to send a rush of oxygen to the rescue. Aside from this technical explanation, yawns or sighs usually signal tiredness, nervousness, or boredom.

As I read further, I have learned that there is also a "sigh of the soul". And yes, I agree with it for sometimes I also tried to find the true meaning of life. Time after time my spirit ends up crying, "Everything is meaningless". Sometimes, everything seemed to produce a sigh of emptiness.

Are you feeling that life is empty and futile? I'll admit that sometimes I do. Maybe you'll want to join me in a prayer from Campus Journal:

Lord, help me to see that my disappointments and yawns of boredom with pleasures of life are for a purpose. They are meant to bring me to You. I realize that You alone are the One who gives significance to anything and everything that I want or that I experience in this life. Amen...

Now, I'm going back to work...zzz...zzz...zzz


Comments

Gabriela said…
I love Bedtime Bear, he's my favorite Care Bear. Thanks for including him, in this interesting post.

I love to yawn, I even do it on purpose, I know that sounds weird, but when I'm uncomfortable or don't know what to do, I just yawn. =)

XoXo
Gaby
9:29 AM
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