What answer can I give to you other than to smile? Perhaps I will give you a secret: that someday is everyday.

Maybe. Possibly. Perhaps. Presumably. Someday. I don't have the answers in life. I don't even know what the next second will bring. I am often lost in a world where plans and propriety take precedence over humanity. I sometimes try to breathe in, reminding myself that the next second could be the most important in my life. I don't know where I'll be in the next five years, even though I try to plan ahead. To tell the truth, sometimes I really don't care about my plans. I do appreciate the sentiment that the practical side of me makes. I want this second- right here, right now- to be the moment that will stay with me forever. I want this brief point in time to be something more monumental that its monotony attests to. Perhaps these are idle fantasies that I seem to grasp to like a child. Perhaps this is the true wisdom of life. Perhaps I am losing what little of my mind I had left. Regardless of my doubts, I have hope and a slow second-hand on my watch. That is all I truly need to be happy.