Life Is A Cycle of Thursdays

 

A week changes into another week

So quickly, I don’t even notice time anymore

Either I have enough or too much to do

Or I have nothing to do at all

Things go past me before my eyes so swiftly

And before I know it, it’s Thursday again

Thursdays are special to me

They’re somehow crucial

As much as Wednesday holds the middle position,

Thursday is always the heart of the week

For some people, it’s the last university day

For some, it’s weekend already

For me, it’s magenta

Sometimes more red than magenta

Depends on what happens on the day

It’s where I can feel very good and very bad

Very impulsive and very unmotivated

All at the same day, all at once

Thursdays are the last push

And Fridays are the gift

Saturdays are the freedom

And Sundays are the gates closing

Until Monday comes,

Where the sun shines back slowly

And goes down even slower

Changing to Tuesday,

Where the sun somehow shines at night

Where I usually feel happiest and most energetic

Then exhausted for Wednesday,

Where the blue feeling comes back

But flushed away by a lot of chill time

And Thursdays come again

On and on and on

Like I don’t see time anymore, I only see colors

A cycle of changing colors everyday

And if you’re waiting for the end,

There’s none

And if you’re getting bored reading this,

So it is sometimes with the changing days too

The weeks repeat itself

The days come and go again, all the time

Sometimes you’re interested waking up

Sometimes you just don’t even want to

Sometimes you want to get the day done

Sometimes you don’t want to get anything done

Sometimes you want to go for a run

Sometimes you just want to lay in bed all day

Sometimes this, sometimes that

But Thursdays always come again

And I’m sometimes tired of this cycle

I somehow want a new day added to the system

Break off the mundanity of life

One extra day in the middle, just for resting

But is life really that tiring, you always need to rest?

Are we even made to play along in the cycle?

Be like machines, work, study, scheduled, punctual

Is this all only to strive for acceptance?

Recognition? Money? Acknowledgement?

That you wake up at 8am or two hours earlier

Go to school or work or somewhere else

To do your job as a student, a worker, this or that

Then get home tired

Then eat and rest to feel less tired and sleep

To end up being made to feel tired again?

To earn money to end your hunger to fill you up

With energy and food and water

So you can do more work

To earn more money to buy things to eat or

Things to go to work with

Or clothes to cover you with

The more money (or the less), the more expensive

To end up being recognized by strangers as rich

As a person with dignity

That will be liked by others

A person good enough to be together with

To build a house

And to live with a feeling of security 

Until you die and go back to the ground

Or be turned to dust

And your other generation takes over

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday

Thursday comes back again

And again

And again

And so life goes on and on

Like the cycle of the days in a week in a month

I’m tired of it

But that means I have to sleep

And wake up tomorrow ready to go study

And come back home feeling hungry

And tired and needy

To then go back to sleep again tightly

Until Thursday comes around again, hopefully