There are weekdays for worries, emotions, and hard works

Next year will be my 25th year in this world. Surely there are uncountable things that have happened in my life: heartbreaks, laughs, tears, joys, you name it. After all, I have just realised that the most happiest moment in my life is every weekend I spend in bed with my book, laptop, or my guitar, and postponing not having to worry about anything. This kind of weekend is the reason why I'm willing to work my arse off from Monday to Friday, because if I'm not, weekend would lose its charm. It is beautiful because it doesn't last long.