Tomorrow, Monday greets us with its gloomy skies or maybe with a sunny smile. Whatever it is, it only means one thing for many of us: It’s time to face that inanimate object — a child of technology we called computer — to try to put the best foot forward at work or in your classroom now compressed in this world called virtual life.
As we dread the Monday that is coming, we ask why holidays are too short and work is just too many. We ask why we come to our virtual work demotivated, rested but tired, compensated but worried. When we start to feel this, we should acknowledge our fatigue, our worries, or even pains. We recognize their presence because only through them, we feel that we are humans — alive and ready to take on all the lemons and turn them lemonades or maybe margaritas. But after this recognition of our foibles, our weaknesses, and our fears, we kick the boat anew, perhaps sober or still half-drunk. We move forward.
We do not dwell in the shams of our imperfections; we try to find palaces, we chase skyscrapers. When we ask why holidays are too short, we have to look back on the past. We have to recall the first Monday of classes when we were kids before, when we were so excited to meet our classmates and teachers and show our new notebooks and pens. When we were all so passionate about ‘hide and seek’ and ‘peekaboo.’ We have to remind ourselves how nervous and excited we were when it was the first day of our job. When it was the first time you heard, “You’re promoted!” When it was the first time that you touched his hand and felt that magic. When we go back to where it all began, we can all find the answer.
Holidays are not really too short. For a moment, maybe we just lost our sense of purpose. Maybe we just missed some more laugh and friendly talks. Maybe we just needed to go back to where we started picking up the pebbles. And that’s okay. It is fine so long as you go back to the same river where you taught yourself how to swim because holidays will always be brief if you haven’t found yet or perhaps have left your ‘purpose’, your dream, your compass somewhere.
This Monday, tomorrow, rediscover your purpose somewhere. It is there. Always. Waiting to be reclaimed.
