If I were a better writer, I might write a poem about just how much I enjoy Friday afternoons.
But I am not.
So here's what I've got.
Class in the morning and work at night.
What do I do in the few hours in between?
Definitely not homework.
So even though I may regret it, I just lay on my bed with the windows open listening to the traffic outside.
Ridiculously relaxing.
I really should use my time productively, but I just can't seem to bring myself to do anything.
It's like I'm in a daze.
I like it.
It's amazing how simple things can be so enjoyable.
If only life could be like this all the time.
But would I still appreciate it the same way?
Or would I take it for granted?
Who knows? and Who cares?
Because life will never be this good all the time so why wonder?
Why not wonder? I have nothing else to do.
With all the stress I've got going on throughout the week,
It's nice to have even just a few hours to put it all aside
And just think about nothing.
The perfect state of mind.
Absolute contentment.