The life I've known is over.  I try to pick up the pieces only to figure out I don't know where anything belongs anymore.  Each day feels like a nightmare, but I have never loved my family or friends more.  I try to rediscover what I was like ten years ago, but it's like being curious while looking into a stranger's life.  Is that what I did?  Is that what I loved?  Is that what made me happy?

Happiness is underrated and I never realized that until now.  Aristotle said it was the most important thing in life, which sounds childish, but it really is the motivating force behind all of our plans and actions.  And when life changes, what does that mean for your happiness?  It just dies and you have to start from the beginning again, and all with that single, unanswerable question:  what makes you happy?