I’ve been losing track of time. “What day is it today? What’s the date?” These are frequent questions I ask myself throughout quarantine. Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks pass... but i seem unaffected by the fast changing time. Completing my schoolwork, watching some dramas, visualizing my future... it’s an endless cycle. Sleeping at 3, waking up at 12... it has become an unbreakable habit. Things I took for granted were taken away from me; like a piece of my life was stripped away. I began to ask myself, “When is this going to end?” But I finally had time to do what I actually like, finally had time to take a break, and finally had time to sit down and think about what I want in my future. I began to feel like I have an endless amount of time to put my life together. Having this “endless” time, allowed me to think about my mistakes, learn from them, and enabled me to turn over a leaf and start anew.