Have you ever wondered why you choose to wake up every single morning and continue doing something that you dislike or even hate?
I used to not have those thoughts because the only thing worth waking up early in the morning for were morning classes with my friends, knowing very well that I could go back home after those classes and crash on my bed again. Now I have a different kind of morning.
I would wake up early in the morning, depending on how motivated I am for work. Sometimes I feel heavy; the kind of heaviness where you just want to lay in bed for as long as you can. But this heaviness has been dragging me far longer than I thought it would, that I begin to wonder why I wake up every morning for.
Not that I am not thankful for being given another day to live, but sometimes I do wish I would wake up doing something I love. It is a different sort of feeling knowing that once you wake up one day, that that particular day would be something different special. It is a different feeling waking up every morning to do something that you love.
However, although there are times when I feel super demotivated to go on with my daily routines, I would always put in mind the faces of people that I love, the things that I want to own and the places I want to go, and I would drag my lazy arse out of my bed.
I love my job, I love my job, I love my job.
p.s: I love my life.