When was the last time you looked at yourself in the mirror? During the lunch break? This morning? Yester night? Three thousand years ago? Do you like what you see? I don’t. You have allowed yourself to be deteriorated and burdened by heaps over heaps of responsibilities. You have become so enclosed in your little shell that even a single ray of light cannot pass through to you. Night lives perpetually over you and your dreams reflect the fear of professional failure that you are cursed with. The bulging gunny sacks under your eyes tell a miserable tale, the knots in your stomach knock at your internal walls, and the creaking tissues in your back scream for rest, while you sit before your laptops entering numbers like numb machines.