How is my life? Why ask that when you yourself have some things you need to think over.
So your sad, your life seems in pieces, yet you feel the need to ask me how I am feeling.
I think you need to go take a long walk around a crytal clear lake when the glowing orange sun is warming you to a comfortable temepture. Then once you have all your life miss guidings settled and your quarrels peaced. Go ahead and ask me how I am doing. After you can smile through a ice storm, after you can hug a tornado, after you can complement and earthquake! Then I beg you to ask me how I am doing. Because once I tell you how I am doing you must be in the happiest mood you have ever been. Because if you are. You'll have a little room to fall.