I breathe in the vastness of optimism that lurks around in the satisfaction of making my own choices, of stepping out of quandaries, of not being influenced by torn hope of the skeptical, of not moving my firm ground even by an inch. I take in the freedom, so fragrant of independence, that it leads me to a life I always visioned. I breathe in the greys I find amongst the black and white. I breathe love in an apocalyptic world of hate. It strengthens me to know that I can breathe life, because I chose to let go the symptoms of death.