Breath

A belief that my life up until this very moment has helped culminate, which before this present moment I did not have the clarity to formulate into concise verbiage, has managed to conglomerate within the vast abyss of my mind, into a manageable sentence. Perhaps it is still too verbose, but my enthusiasm for its newly born comprehensible form betrays my better senses to sustain until polished. 

So, without getting into details or explanations, yet, here it is:

The quality of your life; physical, emotional, mental, and beyond; is directly proportionate to the consistency of depth and length of your natural, unemployed breaths throughout all your conscious moments. 

P.S. I want to live here.