Against my will.

We rarely thank God that we're given the ability to breathe.

But when we drown, when we are snatched and robbed of that basic ability to breathe, to keep us alive, I guess it's only then that we'll realise that such insignificant details of our lives is what we need most. And it's only when the ability to breathe is taken away, against one's will, will you see that you truly need it.

Only then do we appreciate what's gone. Long gone.