Have you ever wake up one morning , and decided that you`re just to damn lazy to get out of bed today? You look at the clock -it`s 07:00. It`s early in the morning, you have the day off, you dont have to go to work, you don`t have to go to school, you don`t have to go to the dentist , you don`t have any kids to take to school, you don`t really have anything that demands an imediate action. 

     I couldn`t afford to say that one wouldn`t have a reason to get out of bed at all sometimes. There are a thousand reason to leave that slumberish disposition. You have a thousand things to do- take a shower, brush your teeths, get dressed, eat your breakfast, and all that just to prepare yourself for the other things you have to do. 

     It is general belief that even in your free time, you must do something,anything ,and you must do it as efficiently as possible. Your conscience is demanding so. You must squeeze as many things you can in your time, your conscience is ordering so. Carpe diem, do everything, learn a new language, work out, go out, go on a date, meet someone, go on a party, go see a movie, go do something now and fast, because if that sun sets and you didn`t manage to get the best of your time you will feel worthless and you know it. And yet, knowing all that you refuse to plunge into life. You don`t want to leave your bed. You just had a nice dream , you feel like cuddling into your pillow and refuse to enter your daily program. 

     You know that eventually you must get out of bed but you postpone it again and again, just another 5 minutes,and another 10,and another 5 minutes. You are safe there. You are cosy, its warm, its sweet. You can pull the blanket over your head and hide from all the problems in the world. You are lying on a bed of roses far away from taxes, banks, mortgages, exams, far away from responsabilities away from everything that displeases you.

     But you fell that green thorn in your back as the clock shows 10:00 and you know you must leave your nostalgia for your mother`s womb. You must start the day. You twist and turn and by the time you are in the bathroom looking at your dizzy self in the mirror it`s already 12:00.

     As your face makes the first contact with the icy clear water your cord is cut and you are born again and ready to take a deep strong breath of life.

     Every morning you are born again, every morning it`s that same damn old show over and over again. You leave your most perfect comfortable environment to submit yourself to a constant violent struggle in the attempt to play that merciless game of life. You never at one point know if you are winning or if you are losing, if the storm it`s over or if you just experiencing a few moments of serenity before the final blow of fate`s cruelty trashes you. And what do you get in the end? You just go to the point you left in the first place.

     Does it worth being born at all when you think about it that way?

     Ask yourself at night, before going to bed :``Did it worth getting out of bed this morning?`` and i bet that you will say: ``It certainly did !``

       And if not....well there`s always tomorrow morning.