#Morning

A morning routine is the ritualized sequence of groggy supplications to alarms, smartphones, and coffee, masquerading as a promise of tranquility and productivity. In reality, it amplifies anxiety and self-loathing under the guise of aromatherapy-laced modern religion. The more meticulous one’s checklists, the more they supplant the true goal of getting out of bed. In pursuit of efficiency, one often overlooks the only guaranteed outcome: precious time squandered.

A morning routine is a sequence of meaningless incantations sworn before sunrise, believing it will grant mastery over the day. Many are colored by a silent war with alarms, yet in truth serve only to justify last night’s overwork. The more perfection is chased, the stronger the lure of a second snooze becomes, embodying a bizarre self-contradiction that actually expands one’s laziness. It is laughable to offer monologues in a ceremony no one witnesses and no one wants to hear.

Wake-up is the ceremony of exile from the sanctuary called bed. It shatters the morning silence and opens the door to the labyrinth called society. Like a bell heralding the prologue to humanity’s greatest vice—overtime—it starkly reveals our yearning for blankets. This daily ordeal reflects the fragility of our free will against the tyranny of sleep.