What keeps you going? Everything here is a mess, and yet you struggle to breathe. Why?

He asked me out of the blue, and though I’m saddened by the question, I was not surprised. Without looking his way, I answered with all the sincerity in my being:

Tomorrow. The promise of it, gives me hope in the midst of all this chaos. It gives me the impression that somehow, it will all get better in another day. And at the end of the day, I’ll still have tomorrow.
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