Lately , my body is like a broken down car that you have been driving for ages . Random pains , engine gives up randomly , flat tires .But somehow it still runs , there is something still pushing it .Maybe inertia from a downeard hill , maybe just sherr luck. Maybe something else .Nevertheless , it's the only companion I feel i have left , the only thing pushing me .I have begun to cherish this old car of mine , it truly does care for me and i do not want it's effort to be in vain .Maybe this is the beggining of my recovery