My Why.

 I responded to their question differently. I responded in a way only I could see. I simply replied with me. Rethinking my response makes me sound conceited but I only said that because I've felt knowingly defeated. When I think about why I get out of bed, drag myself through the motions of my day or display any kind of effort to get further in life, all my reasons involve me and what I want. My why isn't another person, a place, or even a rank in our incoherent society it’s the lifestyle that I crave. A lifestyle that is foreign to everyone around me it's a way of living I strive towards alone.