Better days.

Someday, better people. People with breeding. People who respect other people. People who respect others' standards and do not assume that theirs are at par with that of other people, even when neither are theirs low. People who are civilized. People who know how and choose to communicate.

Or maybe, a better place. Because maybe better people are in better places. Maybe the comfort and convenience of a better place has, ironically, taught its people to handle things with class and poise and self-control. Or perhaps it is the people that define places, and trying to find a better place means breaking free from certain people.

Or maybe, a better life. Being in a better place with better people altogether. Just finally coming out from struggling to lose an okay life, and living again, this time the way one should. But then again what is what should be without knowing what should not be? What is living again without living what life is now? Is there no other way to know a better life?

Or perhaps yet again, a better self. Someone more patient and enduring and understanding. Someone sensitive enough to feel everyday pain and struggles and know how they tend to suck out hope and focus if only they are allowed to, but someone brave and smart and strong enough too to see past all the hardships and keep faith when it is hardest to. Someone assured of the light at the end of the tunnel, even when there is but darkness in all directions. Someone who will not merely get through, but will do so without forgetting what all this is for.