There's many things about life that become overwhelming, or simply pass over my head because I don't recognize what is happening in the moment. But, writing, even in a personal manner provides me the chance to sit still and think about my experiences: a form of meditation perhaps. My yoga teacher described the life as being defined by the "quality of breath". While mechanically that would make sense, it's more so one's ability to gain a sense of peace and clam and allow the lungs to expand. A certain kind of breathing was promoted, one that comes from the waist, all the way up to the chest. The same can be said about one's life being impacted by the things that you read, the music we listen to, etc. It's a crazy thing to think about because something so subtle can change the entire course of a person's life, or just their day. Writing in this case is a conduit to expand the mind, a person's ability to see beyond old expectations and understandings of the world. Essentially, possibly a bit naïve, writing will always have the chance to offer hope and kinship: a place where the author begins to sit behind us, looking over our shoulder in mild-amusement. I would want my writing or thoughts to be a reminder of all that makes us human, beings that experience reality in different ways. Sometimes I can be annoyingly profound, attempting to find meaning in everything. I can also find the beauty or peace that comes from simpler things in life that can mostly go unnoticed until it's gone.