Dear Monday,

You are the first of a week, the most industrious one for us. You require hard work and consistency from us. Sometimes we don't have a choice but to loathe you. Sometimes we pray that you don't arrive soon, but you still come when it's your time, and we become anxious and frustrated, but still somehow we need you. We need you, so that we stay in our track and stay strong and consistent leaving room for hard work in our lives. As much as get frustrated because of you, we are still important to us and we can't live without you.