Just a day for the weekend..

Just a day more and it is weekend, a time that disappears faster than it appears… the pile of tasks to be completed before we start the weekend seem longer than on normal days.. is it just the anticipation or is this feeling real…

Why does everything have to happen when we are all set to close the week or a day. Work seems to get never-ending when the day is nearing the end, irrespective of the amount of work done through the day…

The last few hours seem to take longer to go by, the freshness of the day dies soon, but the tiredness catches up fast, and stays for long…

Is it just about our eagerness to reach the end that makes the path getting to it a bit of struggle… Is it the yearning for rest and stillness that makes weekends end faster… is it an indication of life going beyond the speed limit, or is life running at the right speed and I am reading too many meaning?

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