What do you look forward to every morning?

I came across one of these notes somewhere on the internet and it really got me thinking, very deeply. Every time when I meet someone or when I bump into someone, the most frequently asked question would be, "How're you?", or "How's your day?"

Honestly, I think that's a rhetorical question that need not be answered. People would say "I'm fine" or "I'm good" just for the sake of answering your greeting. I'm not the most articulate person, but if you're going  to reply someone with "No, I'm not good", really, don't expect genuinely concerned answer, people are most likely going to ask because they want to know what's happening and not that they're really concerned about your matters.

But, really, what do you look forward to every morning? Do you look forward to school? Do you look forward to work? Or do you drag your feet to school, like me? Or do you drag your feet to work?

Expectations.

Are you living based on someone else's expectations? Do you have dreams? Ambitions? Aspirations? Did you grow up wanting to be a particular (job title) only for your O level results to crush you to deep rock bottom? Because you failed your English / Math / Science only to be stuck in a horrible course that can't bring you anywhere, other than attaining the diploma cert and hopefully land yourself in a better university course or a better job with no relation to your course.

Are you going to wake up to your job that pays 2k a month, scrimp and save every day, just to get married in a posh 5-star hotel and throw a 100 table banquet only to start your whole marriage in a pool of debt? Buy a HDB or maybe condo, and spend the next 5 centuries paying back the housing loan. Then form a family, sending your children to the best prestigious schools with all the extra curriculum that isn't all that needed except spoiling their childhood.

My question is simple, what do you look forward to every morning? And who are you living for? If you are going to live your entire life being manipulated (maybe this word is a tad too strong) then obviously one day when you snap out of your unconsciousness and regain your consciousness, it is probably going to be too late.. Too late to even salvage anything.

Are you just happy going to school/ work at maybe 7am in the morning, spend the rest of your day in front of the computers or desks till 7pm, squeeze in the crowded trains home, reaching home way too tired to do anything, and start your day whole from start again?

Or are you genuinely happy? Because you're really living a life?
Many are alive, but barely breathing.

The sky is beautiful but the people are sad.
It's probably time to start living for yourself.

I'm not happy at my intern place, but I'm contented.
I really am.