Wake up it is something difficult for me. Just the act of beginning a new day after being sleeping for hours just to get out from the bed it is a big effort always.
To start the morning cheerful, with a smile in my face, even just saying something like good morning my dear, have you sleep well?....I need half an hour or so to be
in the real world again.
If there is something irregular in my life, the first thought I have in the morning it is just this problem......it could be just what ever subject along life could happens.
A friend who is passing through difficulties, problems with the family or in the office when I was working,
the last argue with a relative and so on.
I do think it happens to nearly every person but I am not so sure about this premise, not all people have to feel the same, why for?.
Who knows how a baby sleep? or an adult? it is always the form a baby dreams is the way of an old person does?....may be not.
Being a child it was hard to wake up just to go to the school very soon. I could remember that the hour of being in the school was 8 a.m. every day and it cost me a lot to be there so soon.
Madrid it is a city very cold in winter. Usually we have less two or three degrees at the morning to reach up fourteen or fifteen at noon which it is a big difference and the body suffers this changes in temperature.
All clothes you put on by the mornings it is not necessary at noon, so you may carry them on the arm or just be hot for a time.
Now I could see that children go to the school being so little, and they use to cry aloud every morning, I could listen to them from my bed, just because the poor children don´t want to be out from bed so soon.
I do think it is cruel what it is done now with the little babies taking them as small to the nurseries every morning just because their parents have to work....Wel,l who has work now which is really difficult here in this country now.
Being a baby, a boy and finally and adult I have felt always the same, my humor is bad as soon as I open my eyes in the mornings.
I need at least half an hour to get my humor in a good way, to talk or to reply some questions or even to be concious about the reality of a new day, good , bad or or the simple daily routine of the moment we are living.
Yes, I can imagine what could be the feelings of a person who his life have changed suddenly from a day to another. The dead of a husband or a wife, a son or daughter, a sudden sickness or accident that changes our way of living for ever.
As usually just the first subject we use to think as my eyes are open is all the reality of the moment, the lack of my mother, a bad situation in the office, the last argue with my wife or a friend, and so on.
However I know persons close to me that use to wake up brightness, happy, in good mood to talk since the first moment they awake. Giving thanks of being alive and facing reality with strength and courage undar any circunstance.
I admire these persons, my wife Cuca is one of them, and always I wanted to be like them, to have this will from the first moment of the day.
Gift of life and optimism of living just the moment without thinking anything about, it is just the feeling of being alive it is the best gift a human could have.
When I have depressed, fortunately for only some months, it is even worst, mornings are the hard hour of the day. I want to remain in bed, one two three hours, or more. It is the feeling of not wishing to live a new day.
All is over now, and I try to wake up early and start doing something just to get a good humor when other appear at home.
I would like to be like Cuca, that every morning think "Thanks to God" I am alive and I want to conquer the world, things are as they are and no as one would desire to.We can´t change them once they have occurred but we like to think ....if I have done this, or not done this other....it´s absolutely silly just to have in mind this kind of things.
World it is not what we desire to be, and we can´t controll everything in our life or even life of the persons we love.
Only we can do a better world with our mind, our weakness is not a good way to be happy,, knowing that life is a daily struggle and that it depends only on us just to do a little effort to give some happiness to the love one we have it could be a happy time every day we will be here.
Just live the moment without thinking about future and nothing more.
It could be enough.
I do think it happens to nearly every person but I am not so sure about this premise, not all people have to feel the same, why for?.
Who knows how a baby sleep? or an adult? it is always the form a baby dreams is the way of an old person does?....may be not.
Being a child it was hard to wake up just to go to the school very soon. I could remember that the hour of being in the school was 8 a.m. every day and it cost me a lot to be there so soon.
Madrid it is a city very cold in winter. Usually we have less two or three degrees at the morning to reach up fourteen or fifteen at noon which it is a big difference and the body suffers this changes in temperature.
All clothes you put on by the mornings it is not necessary at noon, so you may carry them on the arm or just be hot for a time.
Now I could see that children go to the school being so little, and they use to cry aloud every morning, I could listen to them from my bed, just because the poor children don´t want to be out from bed so soon.
I do think it is cruel what it is done now with the little babies taking them as small to the nurseries every morning just because their parents have to work....Wel,l who has work now which is really difficult here in this country now.
Being a baby, a boy and finally and adult I have felt always the same, my humor is bad as soon as I open my eyes in the mornings.
I need at least half an hour to get my humor in a good way, to talk or to reply some questions or even to be concious about the reality of a new day, good , bad or or the simple daily routine of the moment we are living.
Yes, I can imagine what could be the feelings of a person who his life have changed suddenly from a day to another. The dead of a husband or a wife, a son or daughter, a sudden sickness or accident that changes our way of living for ever.
As usually just the first subject we use to think as my eyes are open is all the reality of the moment, the lack of my mother, a bad situation in the office, the last argue with my wife or a friend, and so on.
However I know persons close to me that use to wake up brightness, happy, in good mood to talk since the first moment they awake. Giving thanks of being alive and facing reality with strength and courage undar any circunstance.
I admire these persons, my wife Cuca is one of them, and always I wanted to be like them, to have this will from the first moment of the day.
Gift of life and optimism of living just the moment without thinking anything about, it is just the feeling of being alive it is the best gift a human could have.
When I have depressed, fortunately for only some months, it is even worst, mornings are the hard hour of the day. I want to remain in bed, one two three hours, or more. It is the feeling of not wishing to live a new day.
All is over now, and I try to wake up early and start doing something just to get a good humor when other appear at home.
I would like to be like Cuca, that every morning think "Thanks to God" I am alive and I want to conquer the world, things are as they are and no as one would desire to.We can´t change them once they have occurred but we like to think ....if I have done this, or not done this other....it´s absolutely silly just to have in mind this kind of things.
World it is not what we desire to be, and we can´t controll everything in our life or even life of the persons we love.
Only we can do a better world with our mind, our weakness is not a good way to be happy,, knowing that life is a daily struggle and that it depends only on us just to do a little effort to give some happiness to the love one we have it could be a happy time every day we will be here.
Just live the moment without thinking about future and nothing more.
It could be enough.
el gatufo
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