I wonder at what stage during the human civilization, we completely accepted – 1. Hating Monday’s because we had to go back to work 2. Loving last day of exams because we could stop learning 3. Happily sending our children back to school even when we know that they hate going to school 4. Day in, day out keep doing things that we hate but have convinced ourselves we don’t have an alternative If we can’t do what we love, can we at least try and love what we are doing? If we can’t learn to love what we are doing, can we at least stop hating what we are…