After an eventful weekend filled with jokes and laughter, Monday falls short with its gloominess and silent mornings. The aftermath of summer is a wailing weather that feels like an uninvited guest at a slumber party romanticised as fall. The ones who go to work grudgingly wake up and pick up their slack from fun Fridays, while those between jobs fail to find a reason to get out of bed. A hot cup of coffee mostly does wonders for those wallowing in self-pity, but sometimes, that does not compensate for the incoming thoughts of finding a purpose in life. All the life quotes on social media only get a reaction of a sarcastic chuckle these days. There is time to daydream all day (every day, sigh), and all I do is dream about the moment I get called for an interview, hope I get the job, pay my bills, and unravel the mysteries of life. But isn’t that the price of hope? It takes you to the highest point of the rollercoaster with your eyes closed, then reality gorges your eyes open, and suddenly, you are falling without cause. Progress is slow and infuriatingly feels useless at times as accomplished tasks don’t give the same satisfaction any more. The day feels like a hazy dream where you have to snap back on track or face the fury of getting dragged into slacking for the rest of the week.
Ugh, Mondays!
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