I don't think I'll ever find what you want me to find.
 Nor will I probably ever be what you might call ready.
 And I'm not sure if it matters to me.
 Because...really, a life cannot be lived by others' standards.
 If I were to try to judge someone elses life, I would not judge it by the supposed good they did...for who the hell knows how to measure that?
 I think the only way to truly judge the quality of a life is to judge how much one enjoys it.
 Hence, I think I shall stop looking for answers, stop trying to find keys that might not exist, and just try to enjoy the view.
