Create your own sunshine,
So the dark won't catch up too soon,
But also don't forget:
In the dark awaits the moon.

And then, when you look up from your book and slowly realize that it is done and there is no more, you mourn. You mourn for the book and its people and the person you were, because in the course of the book you have changed and can never be that person that picked up that book ever again. You wonder how you'll ever deal. And so you go, find the next book and loose yourself all over again.

This might not be the most fulfilling job, nor the most meaningful, but sometimes you get to really help someone and bring a smile back to their faces. Those are the moment that make all the bloody idiots worth it.