Sometimes, the best plan to have on the weekend is to have no plan at all. Nothing to think about, no people to please, and nothing demanding your attention. Seriously, it's so addicting it almost feels dangerous. Because once you try it, there's always a second time. And before you know it, you realize that being alone in your room, with nothing on your mind, is one of the most peaceful feelings in the world.
On the weekdays, I feel like being on a train, moving so fast with only small stops in between. Stopping feels like inhaling a very deep breath, guarding it close, afraid for it to be taken away so soon.
When I don't have anything planned on the weekend, I have time for my hobbies. And doing it doesn't feel like a chore. I just have fun.
It feels like I'm meeting some old friends. A lonely electric guitar, hiding inside a bag, waiting to be held. Dusty books, patiently lining up on a shelf, wishing to be read. Metro, my Minecraft dog, wagging its tail, hoping to be fed. Wow! It looks like I have plans after all.
This kind of tranquility on the weekend is the reason why I keep working. It's why I held my breath during the weekdays. Like being on a train, moving so fast, hoping to get back home quickly, where my old friends are waiting.
Maybe this is the trade-off. I work so I can rest. I rush, just to slow down later. Without this job, I wouldn’t be able to afford this quiet little joy. This wonderfully ordinary life.
The same routine waits for me in the coming weeks, and strangely, I'm looking forward to it. Because maybe, just maybe, it's the quiet moments in between that make the noise worth it.
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