Imagine you are a patient in a hospital. Your lungs so battered and beat you need oxygen to breathe. It’s given to you and there’s relief. Until you heal and can breathe on your own, you keep sucking in the air. Depending on it. Needing it. Not being able to live without it, until one day you can breathe on your own. You’re released and gone back home. You can breathe the fresh air with no pain and it fills your lungs making you feel alive again. You thank God that you are now not dependent on that tube in your nose.

Remember the container of O2 that helped you to live? It’s empty and sits either waiting to be refilled or in a dumpster somewhere.
I would much rather be the fresh air.