How's Life?

Just woke up from an accidental nap. Whenever I wake up from such accidental naps, I feel this little tingling sense of excitement as I approach my laptop, wondering what went on while I stayed asleep - the snippets of conversations that I might have missed, or simply the latest updates on soccer sites.

I guess I haven't been posting much the past week or so. It's not that I don't have any thoughts or any accounts that I wish to flesh out to the public (that totally sounded like a streaker), but it just seems that I can't find the patience to organize my thoughts in coherent, digestible form these days. I could talk about how the peeling of my skin makes me feel like I got some skin disease, and the way that the skin is shedding compares favourably to a real-time lesson on geography, where new continents and channels are constantly being created. I could talk about the pockets of memories that surface whenever I listen to songs like Tonight, Lucky or Space In My Heart. I could even talk about some of the theories or observations that abducted my mind when I least expected the ambush.

These days, many conversations with friends will include this line: How's life? A simple two-word question, yet one that I don't really know how to answer.

How do I tell them that life is really, really amazing because I finally realised that I have a dream to work towards?
That life feels charged with purpose and energy because I came to a crossroad in life and made a decision;
That I find myself fortunate to be able to pursue old goals, set new targets and do things at my own pace;
That I am so grateful and glad that I'm becoming closer and more comfortable with some friends;
That life feels so exciting sometimes, when I think about the infinite possibilities of the things I can do in my current position;

That life somehow feels boring and routine some days, even though my work could be quite exciting on that day, and that I have a dinner date with friends to look forward to that night;
That watching anime and playing computer games are making me feel like the days are passing by too fast, and that I'm really wasting my time away, wasting my health away...;
That I find writing about stellar achievement that highlights my intellectual capacity and whatnots in less than 2000 characters a little silly. Why can't they give more exciting, thought-provoking questions??
That life is kind of sad because I feel a little transparent sometimes;
That life is worrying whenever I think about how I would soon lose contact with certain friends;

How can I encapsulate this kaleidoscope of emotions into a package of succint words?

I can't.

So I tell them that my life is routine, my life is interesting, my life is full of ups and downs. I tell them that when what I should really be telling them is this:

That life is messed up, but it's messed up in the way I like it, and I would wish for nothing to be changed. (:

Never mind trifles.
In this world a man must either be anvil or hammer.

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow