With everything you do, and how busy you ultimately become, each day is a new day as we all move on. Doing our career, hobbies, etc. The sun rises as people do newer things gaining more experience, when do you think you're ready? I've been trapt in this shallow hell. After the resign of my job, I'm doing my school semester. Though my PTSD and depression is kicking in hard-core, yet Im still fighting the good fight, for those who gave me the wisdom, and determination for what I am today, your names, will be engraved in my heart. As I am here for you as well. Why do we search for something that is lost? Who knows hopefully it can be found again.