Take My Breath Away

There’s that common phrase that life isn’t measured by the number of breaths you take but by the moments that take your breath away.  I’ve had a few such times.

The first two happened while playing sports.  I jumped to smash a shuttlecock once while playing badminton and on my way down it appears that my legs weren’t quite where I thought they were.  I landed flat on my back and couldn’t breathe for what seemed like an eternity.

I had a similar incident while snowboarding a few years ago where I somehow appeared to catch a heel edge (i.e. I had my weight backwards) and still managed to fall forwards causing the nozzle from my Camelbak to dig in to my ribs.  This was much to the hilarity of some skiers on the chairlift above me, may I add.

Being winded I can understand.  According to wikipedia it is “a kind of diaphragm spasm that occurs when sudden force is applied to the abdomen which puts pressure on the solar plexus. This often happens in contact sports, a forceful blow to the abdomen, or by falling on the back”.

However, what I can’t understand is something that takes your breath away by its sheer beauty and awe.  Before it happened to me, I thought that it was simply a turn of phrase rather than something that could actually happen, and the cause of the incidents was the same person.  As much as I hate to say it too, it wasn’t what she did that took my breath away, but it was how she looked.  Once was when she was wearing a little black dress, and once when she (albeit now also fully clothed) emerged from just having a shower and I still can’t explain my reaction in that instance.

I understand that hormones can play a part in lust and in relationships and falling in love, but scientifically it makes no sense to not to be able to breath for albeit only a short time when confronted with something or someone that is that amazing.  “That’s so great I want to die” is a turn of phrase that should be retained by the youth of today to describe something slightly better than “sick“.

And that’s the kind of the point.  People talk about breathtaking scenes and with what happened to me, I guess, was a breathtaking scene but because it was about looks some people could say it might have been lust.  Again, though, biologically it makes no sense for the body to say “I want to pass on my genes with you just as soon as we can provide enough oxygen to the brain and other fairly useful organs at this point”.

I even searched the first 10 pages of Google and couldn’t find an answer to how things can take your breath away.  Any ideas?

OK, it’s a little obvious, but…

Watching every motion
In my foolish lover’s game
On this endless ocean
Finally lovers know no shame

Turning and returning
To some secret place inside
Watching in slow motion
As you turn around and say

Take my breath away
Take my breath away

Watching I keep waiting
Still anticipating love
Never hesitating
To become the fated ones
Turning and returning

To some secret place to find
Watching in slow motion
As you turn to me and say
My love

Take my breath away

Through the hourglass I saw you
In time you slipped away
When the mirror crashed I called you
And turned to hear you say
If only for today
I am unafraid

Take my breath away
Take my breath away

Watching every motion
In this foolish lover’s game
Haunted by the notion
Somewhere there’s a love in flames

Turning and returning
To some secret place inside
Watching in slow motion
As you turn my way and say

Take my breath away
Take my breath away

Take My Breath Away by Berlin

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