I had already woken up when my alarm started to ring. Lately, I have been losing sleep. Maybe it is because of my overdue rent? Or the awkward things I said to a random stranger years ago? Whatever the reason is, I still did not get enough sleep.
I stared into nothingness. I know I have to get up, but all parts of my body plead for me to stay a little longer in bed. Well, sitting in the bed and dozing off for a few minutes seems to solve the problem. I get to let my body rest for a bit more, and I make some progress toward waking up. After wasting some time, I finally dragged myself to the bathroom. It’s Eid anyway, so I have to put in some more effort today.
There are a lot of things running in my mind when I shower. How can I earn more money? Can I be happy? I question my life experience a bit, regretting some, happy about some. But that’s how life works. Either you learn from it, or dwell on your mistakes forever.
When I was a little kid, Eid was a day of joy and happiness. We got to wear new, beautiful clothes. We met our beloved cousins and relatives, and enjoyed a good time together, eating good food and exchanging stories with each other. Now, there’s so many problems in my head, that even a big day like this does not feel good.
I wished for things to be fun like the old days. But there are things that even the most powerful man could grant. I guess I just have to suck up on it, and repress them. My misery is not something that other people could care for. Everyone is busy meddling in their own business.
People say Eid is a special day for us. If it is a special day, why do I feel like it is a normal, mundane day?
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