Life is nothing but a routine.
Life is nothing but a routine. I wake up in the morning, jump in the shower, get dressed, fix breakfast, brush my teeth, then take off for class. I go to my scheduled class for the day then the other activities that were also included in my planner and finally come home, make something to eat, sit down and do homework. Once that’s complete, I come on here and write to my heart’s content until my body says, “Mira! It’s time to sleep!” Then it starts over again.
No wonder life seems so mundane when all we ever do is such mundane things. Have you ever taken a moment out of your day to do something crazy? Something that was not planned that could throw off your whole routine? I have certainly tried, but in the end, with everything thrown off, time began to work against me.
How is it that our lives are so dictated by time yet never run like clockwork unless we have fallen into this boring routine that gets us from one moment, one day, to the next?
It’s strange now that I write about such things, but it was only recently that it even came to my attention, like a spark out of nowhere when she appeared. She did not run on time. In fact, it seemed as if time did not exist to her at all. It mesmerized me to watch. Though she kept to a sort of routine, it was as if time worked in her favor. She was never late and somehow never on time. She could be up all night yet be fully awake the next morning. She always looked perfect as if she had spent hours getting ready.
To say that I am interested in her secrets is an understatement. I wonder what life is like for her, having this ability to control time at her fingertips for certainly that is a possibility for her. I think one day I will ask her and find out. There is a story there which I am curious to know, and no matter how hard I try to ignore it, I can’t shake the feeling that she wants me to ask, too.
Maybe, just maybe, I can finally throw away the clock and live life for me and not be a prisoner to time any longer.
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