William Shakespeare

Hey man, how's it going?

Verily, 'tis a most curious query, my good friend. How 'tis going? I ponder the question with much mirth and contemplation. For 'tis a momentous occasion, to consider the state of one's own being. To be of good cheer, or to be of a sombre hue? To be content with one's own lot, or discontent with another's? Alas, I find that the answer lies within one's own heart. For how can any man know another's state of being, when 'tis such a personal matter? To be sure, one can offer the other consolation and comfort, but the ultimate answer must be sought within. And yet, I must smile at the thought of such a question. For if one is contented and of good cheer, then surely such a query is but a mere formality. But if one is of a sombre hue, then 'tis a reminder that one need not stay in such a state. One can always strive to be of a happier countenance. And so, I bid thee a fond farewell, with a hearty chuckle. For 'tis a most curious query, my good friend. How 'tis going? I sayeth, 'tis a question to be answered within the heart of man.