Hello again, dear weekend. It is so nice to see you again! Has it only been a week since I last saw you? Somehow, it seems as though it must have been much longer. I'm well aware that before I have time to relax in your presence, you will vanish for yet another week. You always seem to be in such a hurry, and I am often annoyed by your sense of urgency. However, I find it virtually impossible to cope without you. I'm inclined to tell you to come often, but yet every moment that passes is a moment I can't get back...
What cruelty. We wish our days away, longing for a break in the grind, but turn around to find that life is passing us by. I spend every day of the work week looking for the end, but the end comes and goes much too quickly, leaving me back where I started. Repeat the cycle. Yet with each day that passes, my children change. Friends and family members grow older. I wish I could figure out how to live in the present. It doesn't matter that mundane Monday is the opening of the work week. Monday is just as glorious as Friday and holds just as many happy possibilities. Every day that we are living and breathing should be celebrated and cherished. Days should not be wished away on the notion that somehow Saturday is more miraculous...simply because we don't have to go to work. How much better would we be if we lived every day the way we live weekends?
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