Today I got up at six. I haven’t imagined I could continue miracle morning for seventy days. I’m sleepy and I’d like to go to bed longer. But I always get up at six and have time for miracle morning every day.
I’m thinking about my future every morning. I’m pushed for time. I don’t have enough time to go abroad now. When I retire, I’d like to go on a voyage around the world. But what’s the next? Nobody cares when I get up and where I go. Nobody depends on me.
I can’t put up with such monotonous work daily life.
