"I am the wisest man alive, for I know one thing, and that is that I know nothing." ~Socrates

Some days I wonder, what is it all for? Why are we here to live these miserable, unfair and cruel days? Why am I here to only feel punished for every breath I take? When is the day to come that I can say, wholeheartedly, that today was a good day?
Then I glance over at my husband, or laugh at one of my sister's silly jokes, and realize (again) that I'm here to love. Love makes me make sense.