At my teenage years all I ever think was... "What to do tomorrow?" I've always been so enthusiastic about how I would make each day memorable. During my adult years all I've ever put in mind is that, "How will I survive today?". Making a living was never easy. It was on that day when I stopped learning, thinking, understanding. Then I stopped living. I died. The chapters I enjoyed through my childhood stopped when I entered adulthood. And since then it was no longer fun. No longer colorful. No longer filled with bliss.