[inspired by a.b.]
Monday is waking up early in the morning to the sound of the alarm clock, knowing that it’s time to venture out and embrace the challenges and opportunities that will soon come your way, and both are equally promising. It’s a day when you remember that the word passion is derived from the Latin word patior–which means to suffer or to endure. You know that there’s beauty behind your sweat and tears and fatigue, as there is labor behind every dream that comes to life. And you–you have your eyes on your destination already, knowing that you’ll get there eventually, and that you’re not going to give up so easily.
PHOTO BY NICO WIJAYA.
Monday is a celebration of labor. It’s the day when you’re most grateful for having the ability to give a part of yourself to serve others; for having the skills that is needed by the people around you; for having the capability to solve a particular problem; for having the patience to persevere when everyone else has given up; for having the desire to bring your best self in every single thing that you do.
This is the day to remind yourself that everyone has their own role in the world, and no role is too small if you put all your heart into it. You know that feeling of being dead tired as you finished your day, and as you finally climb into your bed at night, already half-asleep, you feel all your muscles relaxing and then you realize that you are smiling: because you know that today you have given all of you: all you can, and even more.
There is a good kind of fatigue, like the kind you have after running a marathon or washing your car or preparing dinner for the whole family–and this is one of those fulfilling fatigue. You can feel the difference when the fatigue is satisfying; when you know that you can’t do today better because you’ve done your best. Because you have used all the skills and talents you’ve acquired along the years. Because you have given your 100% percent to the task and it always feels amazing.
Monday is the day to rekindle your relationship with why you’re doing the things you do. It’s the day to curl up with the reason behind your waking up early in the morning or your coming home late at night, the flame behind attending those long meetings and typing for 8 hours non-stop until your fingers hurt, the dreams behind braving the storm on your motorcycle in the afternoon and the hellish traffic jam in the evening.
You know that you’re enduring all this for a beautiful reason (or a beautiful person), and so let Monday be your celebration of labor. To know that no matter who you are, no matter what you do, you do make a difference in someone else’s lives (and yours), every single day–even if you (and them) do not realize it, yet.
And so thank you.
Thank you for doing what you do, and for pouring your heart into it today.