Today the question that inherits my thoughts is WHY? This simple one word question resonates through my mind, circulates through my blood flow, and leaves me feeling quite puzzled. Why has the life that I once was very fond of exists no more? Why are the days that I once looked forward to now plagued with utter regret and division? All the days of my life seems as if they have been placed before me with the worst of intentions. As the saying goes \"You make your bed and you will have to lie in it. \" Why has my free will become an absolute lack of genuine interest? The only answer that comes to mind is the truth is to be lived. I guess I just have to keep on keeping on. Life is just what it is.