The weekend has to end

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It's a holiday here today. And it's Monday. Social media is flooded with dont-like-monday posts. But I am wondering. If all Mondays were holidays and the agony of a Monday morning was wiped away, would Tuesday be our next victim? Surely there will be a day of the week where the weekend ends and a new one begins. Now I am not very fond of Monday's either. After two days of peace, getting back into the rat-race takes time. Traffic snarls, list of piled up emails that I did not bother with on Friday, status reports...aaarrrggghhh! But moving the headache to Tuesday, does not seem to help. And then I wonder that it is the things I am complaining about that actually feeds me and allows me to relax on a weekend. It is because I feel petrified about Mondays that I feel joyful about the Saturday. If the weekend did not end, it would not begin either. It reminded me of something a distant friend once said when I was trying to say good-bye. He said, "It is only because we are parting, that we can look forward to meeting again."