I used to live like anyone else, wakeup in the morning, have breakfast or even be faster due to the rush of life and start my day once opening my eyes and raise my body from the bed. Sometimes I wake up happy for no clear reason, and sometimes already bored or fed-up for no reason as well, or maybe some kind of tacit reason that if I spent my morning searching for it I will not catch my daily tasks that I have to do. After that I go to work or do my studies, have lunch, go out with friends, read a book or anything that will let me reach the noon to spend it with the one I love or alone. Long day I had, O, finally its ending, time for dinner or any type of calories to kill my hunger then it’s time for bed again. The rest we all know or you can start reading again from line 1.