However I look at it, or, however the timing, or, however, it's like what other ever, it doesn't matter. It's all the same, it's all the fucking same.
It's all the same to me. It finishes with death, and, or disappointment of some kind; even after successes, triumphs, and whatever accomplishments - there's always a dip, a drop . . . a letdown.
However, it may be, I always have to get myself off my fucking ass for the umpteen time.
I have to convince myself to get out of bed and do what I've been doing for a million years already . . . However, it may be.