Over quarantine, my depression had brought me down to an all-time low. My medications weren't working, and I spent every day feeling like there was no objective need for my existence. I hit my turning point one day when I saw an ad on Instagram for magnets. I impulsively bought them, and it was one of the best decisions I have ever made. I became obsessed with how little I knew about magnets. I even spent my whole summer learning everything I possibly could about the invisible mechanisms that work together perfectly in order to allow our existence. I was staying up past sunrise every day, learning as much as I could before I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. I love that we know nothing about gravity, or why it comes from mass. We have no explanation for it on the quantum level, and I constantly think about it. Quantum Gravity. I currently have almost filled up an entire notebook on my theories and their mathematics, especially on Quantum Gravity, and even modifications to General Relativity. This is my reason for getting out of bed every morning. I want my existence to be a contribution to our understanding of the universe. I realized that my life won't have a purpose unless I give it one. I would have never guessed, but I really needed those magnets.