Living for the weekend.
This both hurts our hearts and bends our minds into feeble desperate situations that leave little wonder beyond what lies ahead of the five weeks of hell brought upon us by our need to survive.
And yet...
And yet we, at times gladly, suffer through until the next five days are done, just for the sweet respite of two lonely little days of rest. less for some.
Retirement is a feeble lie told to us of rest earned, that never comes.
But come will the doctors and the needs of a body burned out from the grind of youth and work and living for the weekend.
This both hurts our hearts and bends our minds into feeble desperate situations that leave little wonder beyond what lies ahead of the five weeks of hell brought upon us by our need to survive.
And yet...
And yet we, at times gladly, suffer through until the next five days are done, just for the sweet respite of two lonely little days of rest. less for some.
Retirement is a feeble lie told to us of rest earned, that never comes.
But come will the doctors and the needs of a body burned out from the grind of youth and work and living for the weekend.
With kindest regards,
The Translator
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