People wait all week for Friday, all year for summer, all life for happiness. 

Raimonda. B

Why is Friday a day so beloved, we tell ourselves we made it through another week, we can enjoy life tonight, tomorrow, and maybe even Sunday. Have we conditioned ourselves to think that the working week is something we can only view to be escaped from, that happiness does not exist within those five days?

I do a lot of my writing at weekends, research and plenty of other tasks, the structure may change but the requirement remains. We need to change our outlook, we need to stop viewing 2/3rds of our lives as lost in a mire we have to endure rather than enjoy.

Not a deep thought from a Friday, but a thought none the less

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