It was still dark outside. The window was slightly open. A new day was about to come. Every new day was only a pale copy from the yesterday’s template. What new? Nothing much, maybe a new pain. The lower back? The legs? The joints? It does not matter anymore.
A big mug of coffee will put all of this behind. Why am I having everything that I was dreaming of and still, the happiness seems to not be around? Maybe I should change my state of mind? Maybe… but, easy to say, harder to think. Working hard to see your bank account growing bigger and bigger and, in exchange, what do I get? White hair, dark circles. I live the dream of the poor. But its smile seems realer than the one on my face. Maybe this is the real price of things: time, health, and sleep.