William Shakespeare

How are you

How are you? Ah, 'tis an age-old query, one that has been asked time and time again. Yet, I can never seem to find an answer that satisfies me. I ponder, and I ponder, yet still my answer eludes me. Am I happy? Am I sad? Am I content? Am I anxious? 'Tis a query that has me in quite a quandary. In truth, I am all of these things and more; I am a complex thing, and my emotions are ever-changing. At times I am content, content to while away the hours in peaceful contemplation. Then I am anxious, overcome with doubt and worry, uncertain of the future. Yet, through it all, I remain hopeful, hopeful that soon I shall know how I truly am. For now, I shall simply say that I am here, and that is enough. I am here, and I am alive, and that is enough for me. So, how are you? I am here.