“Sometimes, life is so tiring that you cannot even get up from where you have fallen. You just fall, slowly, floating in the emptiness. Most of the time, there’s no one to save you; you only stay where you’ve fallen, waiting for the strength to get up. It sometimes takes minutes, hours, and days to find this power. But sometimes, it’s only until Friday…”
20th February, Monday
The first day of the week is always the hardest. You probably rose too high and fell too hard. But lying in bed, trying to ignore the annoying sound of the alarm, I couldn’t think about any of this, I just wanted to sleep a little longer. Because where I’ve fallen was comfortable and getting up was only an unnecessary activity. Another Monday… Just another Monday, I’m stuck on my bed and can’t get up… I opened my eyes. For an ordinary Monday, it was enough to open my eyes. Understanding that you’ve fallen is the first thing to do to be ready to rise again, and Mondays are there to realize that. To realize how hard you fell and to promise never to take off that high again…
21st February, Tuesday
Once someone realizes that she has fallen and regrets it, she wants to get up again. Everybody deserves a second chance, don’t they? I stood up to get out of bed. Even just rising a little bit feels good. Being higher, watching the room with a different perspective… But I’m still not ready to get up. I’m just swinging my feet off the bed. The best thing I can do when I am this tired. I already know my body is slowly preparing itself to get up, so I decided to enjoy it. The rise always starts on a Tuesday. Because nobody can get up the moment they fall, and they need to rest on a Tuesday afternoon to find the strength they need to get out of bed.
22nd February, Wednesday
Standing up seems to come easily once your feet touch the ground, but often, that power you feel alone is not enough. My feet, stepping on the cold ground, are afraid of falling again. But I’m tired of sitting in bed and missing the heights I climbed last weekend as if I can’t do it again, as if I can’t stand up. But the middle of the week, Wednesday, is the best time to overcome your fears and get back on your feet. Because in three days, you’ve missed running enough and forgotten how hard you fell…
23rd February, Thursday
Standing up is like losing yourself; you cannot even remember the past, and you cannot think about the future. You’re captivated by where you are, and you forget where you came from. I was very close to running now. I felt as if I had been walking for days, and I was looking forward to Friday, the day I could run. But sometimes being on the rise makes you mix up the days of the week. You think that the week is only about walking and running, only Thursday and Friday. But there are days dedicated to bringing you down, and they’ll never avoid it when necessary.
24th February, Friday, and the Weekend
The last day of the week is always the best. It’s like you’re flying. I couldn’t fit in the room, I wasn’t afraid of the height I was rising to. Because I would never fall, why would I fall? Running was freedom, and I had no intention of giving up the freedom I had just gained. A beautiful Friday brought the weekend. A weekend where nothing else mattered, and I lived just as I wanted to. A weekend that made my hard fall and all my work trying to get up worth it. And a weekend that I thought would never end…
“No matter how much you escape, there is a Monday after every Sunday. A Monday where the heights you reached over the weekend lose all their significance, ready to knock you down with all its cruelty. Whether you go to school, work, or stay at home, you always wait for Friday. Even though we know that we’ll fall, we’ll be tired, and there will be a Monday at last, we still wait for the Friday to come and save us.”