Isn't it interesting how
on Friday
so many people
that you come across
have no qualms
telling you that
they're tired.
It's like it's a Free Pass Day.
A day of
not having to fake it.
It's an A-Ok
acceptable
response.
I'm tired.
It's totally fn
oak-a-ley
doke-a-ley
to be tired...
at the end of the week.
But why do our lives burn us out
that by the end of the five days
we're seeking
refuge
reprieve
respite
from our everyday...?
We need a Week End
to Save us.
Why?
I know I've asked this rhetorical question before
like so many others but...
Why is this it?
I'm digging deep
searching for those answers
touching on the real
which is now raw...
and exposed in my mind.
And
that
my friends
is where
all
important growth
germinates.
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