Daily Inspiration Quote by Tom Wilson

Mondays get framed as destiny’s first cheap shot: not a day so much as damage. Calling them “potholes” is a cartoonist’s move because it turns a vague dread into something you can see, swerve around, and still inevitably hit. The joke isn’t just that Mondays are bad; it’s that they’re banal, municipal bad. Not tragedy. Infrastructure failure. The kind of annoyance that makes you mutter at the universe like it’s the city council.

The line works because it flatters the reader’s everyday grievance while smuggling in a bigger truth about modern time: our weeks are engineered like commutes. Life becomes a “road,” progress is assumed, and the problem isn’t existential emptiness but recurring friction that slows you down and rattles your insides. A pothole doesn’t stop the trip; it ruins the ride. That’s Monday: the same route, same obligations, same sense that you’re paying taxes to a system that still can’t smooth the pavement.

There’s subtextual solidarity here, too. Potholes are shared suffering. Everyone knows that jolt, the small humiliation of being bounced out of your own rhythm. Wilson’s cartoon logic takes workplace misery and renders it harmless enough to laugh at, which is its own coping strategy. You can’t abolish Mondays, but you can name them as a fixable defect rather than a moral failing. The laugh lands because it turns burnout into slapstick: not your fault, just the road.