Life won't get easier just because you complain, but it will gradually become clearer because you persevere. Treat every Monday as a chance to restart.
On Sunday, the streets of Manchester are like a movie without a plot. There's no one rushing you, no clear direction, just the wind, the light and shadow, beautiful women passing by, and yourself at just the right moment.
Weekends don't need to have any special meaning; all you need is just the right amount of sunshine, just the right amount of wind, and just the right amount of undisturbed freedom.