I hate Mondays! I knew that I should be grateful all the time Hence, it's hard to force something you couldn't feel. Mondays remind me about the insurmountable routines, tons of paperworks, and challenging people in a weary land. Sometimes, I would invalidate my feelings like what they murmur in my ears, "you are just ungrateful with what you have" and thousand reasons that I coundn't bear. How would I react if others tell me what to do? Mondays made me realized that this isn't the path I wanted to pursue. I don't want to waste sleepless nights, doing the same thing all over again. I hate myself for letting this commitments outgrown my passion and joy. Mondays make me to crave for more of this, How ironic it is that during this withered days I would search for this, for quiet moment... Where I can pour out what's inside my soul. Where I can found meaning and purpose. Where I can connect my reality and enjoy its simplicity. Mondays! Oh Mondays!