So everybody keeps complaining about Mondays, they even dubbed it “blue Monday” . I mean honestly, even I am guilty of having a bad day on Monday and wished I could just sleep in.
Here’s a thought, what if Monday was part of the weekend? Tuesday would be the “new” Monday. You would dread waking up early to go to work after an epic weekend. And again it would be a blue Tuesday. Hmm where have I heard that description before, blue?
If you think that’s bad news, I’ve got more for you. You would have shorter working days, meaning less working hours, meaning it’s time to kiss that 6digit monthly salary goodbye. Unless you work overtime.
Here’s the best part, we would hate Tuesday as much as we dreaded Monday, and began to wish, again, that Tuesday was another day of the weekend than we’d hate Wednesday and so forth. We would reach a point where, if wishes came true, we wouldn’t have any week left.
So here’s the problem, its not the days of the week that are “blue” but our ATTITUDES towards starting a new working week. Complaining about Monday isn’t going to make it go away. But if we have a major change in our perspective of Mondays, our lives would be so much easier. If you’re wondering why I say that than you haven’t taken a drive on a Monday morning at peak hours, they drive like maniacs
Embrace Mondays. Life wouldn’t be the same without our dearest blue Monday.
story of a talking heart.
Humans are weird creatures, believe me. For instance, my host roandi, she put me through hell and one day I decided to return the favor. But first let me tell you what she put me through…
She let go of the ones that loved her and loved those that left her. She loved the ones that loathed being with her and that made her weep and of cause it left me with pains, they call it a heart ache.
She loved the ones that never loved her back or loved the ones that weren’t interested. That’s when she started listening to all sorts of music but the one song was Out Of My Limit by 5 Seconds of Summer or 5SOS.
By now I was tired of all the silliness that I sent a message to her conscious that I was suffering, but it never took notice until one faithful day when a piece of me broke off. The agony! minutes later I saw roandi fall to her knees. A piece of me was relieved that finally she heard me, but was sad that it had to be so drastic.
Since that day, she never loved another. I’ve recovered fully but now I’m lonely, and she is miserable. Buried in her work and her novels. She barely goes out or meets up with friends. She has isolated herself from love because I was tired of being a punching bag.
Because of me, she has given up on love. Because of me, she wont have the butterfly feeling. Because of the heart that spoke. Because of me my host is suffering.
A story of a lonely talking heart…
A Thousand words starring Eddie Murphy.
Its a fantastic movie with a great plot and actors. Taking an actor (Eddie Murphy) that mostly does comedic movies that requires him to be “chatty” and insert him to a movie where he is almost silent is genius.
He has to go straight to the point after years of chitter chatter.
It was a hard lesson to learn but finally got it right. Besides the weird part where he dies and lives a minute later, the movie is s definite must have.
People often say things they don’t mean and don’t realise that, that might be the only chance they have to say what matters. I think we should walk around with a sign saying “say what you need to say because I might not see you again”.
What would the world be like if people only said what they meant?