And then there are the hard days. Hard days when you feel unappreciated and invisible. Those hard days when you question what you do and why you do it. Hard days when others question what you do and why you do it. Hard days when you realize the only person who understands you the most is you. Hard days when you realize friends are nice but in the end it is you who have got to live your life, and do it on your own. You might be surrounded by people but it is only you who must contend with all the details of living and being. Hard days when there appears to be perfect harmony in the sequence others' lives follow, but yours seem to be completely off tune. Did I miss the memo?