Life is a riddle to me

My life has always been question, answer.  Every answer has a question.  I wonder what could be the question now, or the answer.  I guess that is what I get for studying philosofy.  I should just sleep and forget about all of this because thank goodness I don't have extreme cognitive issues.  I have problems sometimes, but that quickly goes away.  I don't think that most of it is not from the ms, but the tbi from the accident.  The tbi is healing slowly everyday, but I have heard that it can take years.  At least it forces me to think simply which is what I prefer.  Everyone's ms is unique, that is a problem that I have had to deal with in other people, but I am the one that has to live with it so who cares what they think.  It is not their fault they don't know.
Life is what you make of it.