You wake up, get your coffee and go to work. During that while you already found five to ten things to complain about. You clock in and start doing whatever's on your list, some of you make coffee or bake buns and some of you clean rooms. Until lunch you've found five to ten more things that irritates you or maybe you just simply want to go home already.
Finally your day's over, you go home to do nothing and complain about everything, you watch Netflix and scroll social media up and down all at once and before you notice it's midnight. You might post something about your fabulous day but in your head you think it was as bad as every other day. Now, how many positive taughts you had during the day? How many "thank you" did you say and how many smiles did u make?
Next morning you wake up, get your coffee and go to work. You wish it was already Friday so you could have some rest and do nothing.
One day you wake up and it's all over. Your routines are gone and you have absolutely nothing to do. Now you wish you had something to do, that you had a job that you so much hated when you had it and you wish you could make that flat white for the housekeeper lady who came every single morning at 6.45am.
Why would you even want to go back?
I tell you why. If all this and that was just a dream, at some point it has to come to it's end, that's how dreams work. Some of us gets really keen to their dreams, they became too comfortable and loose their ability to be excited. Then the only things they want to see is everything they can't change, which makes them unhappy. In the end they wake up and it's gone. Now you only remember the good moments and you want them back, you felt important making that flat white but you still complained because it was the only way you got attention. So why dream at all if your life is miserable but you won't change the view?
