We can manage to hold our breath for a few tens of seconds to several minutes. But as much as we can train, at some point the need to breathe is so strong and compelling that our mind can't think of anything except a nice breath of fresh air. When desire is so strong and rooted within us, we simply act.
No one tells us what the right way to breathe or to realize our dream is, it is a puzzle that is revealed to us at times, bit by bit. I believe that dreams, the real ones, give meaning to existence, through them we become "authentic", why should we not pursue them?

This house is "My breath of fresh air"