Can I buy a vowel

It's about someday, isn't it? We all live our lives planning for the future. For what comes next, or for what will never come again. We check the dates, the months fly by and the minutes mock us as they pass. It is a creation created for the lonely soul, those sitting up waiting for the chance to grab an opportunity. At missed love, at missed fortune. We blindly bat against our destinies, but our aim is astray because we only focus forward. We need something to look forward to, we need the hope of a better tomorrow. This world is too fragile, existence too frail. It's all about searching, looking, climbing, finding, settling, losing, repeating. A vicious cycle? A sick temptation? A sad addiction? But it's all okay, it's all okay...there's always tomorrow. Always tomorrow to fix ourselves, always tomorrow to face the day, always tomorrow to help us forget. But tomorrow's light dawns upon the suppressed realizations of reality. Who are we without our loneliness and who are we without our endeavors to shatter it? Because that's the only thing that really propels us in the end anyway, right? To heal a broken heart, to forget that one that got away, to impress, to some day be able to support a family. But how much do we do for ourselves? Only for us, no one else. Really, ask yourself. How many things do I do for me? Yeah. Nothing at all, right? It's a scary thing to think about, how much other people truly change our paths, our inspirations, our abilities. Yet here we are, with our own minds, allowing these people to accumulate inside of us until they take control. They blur together, they become who we are. They bleed for us, they feel for us, they decide for us. We are all products of people we have met, whether in passing or in depth. And through out every milestone we silently wish to ourselves that they were there to see how far we've come. Hoping that we, too, see a glimmer of ourselves in them as we exchange glances and quietly dust ourselves off and move on toward someday...