A Meditation on Monotony.
I woke up this morning and nothing has changed. The same gray clouds hung in the sky like a heavy curtain, and the world outside my window remained as indifferent as ever. It’s funny how the sun rises with such enthusiasm, painting the horizon with warm hues, as if unaware of the monotony that awaits.
The coffee brewed, the headlines blared, and the day unfolded with all the charm of a broken record. There's something almost comforting in the predictability of it all—a miserable world that never fails to disappoint, yet never surprises either.
But perhaps, in this relentless sameness, there's a twisted sense of stability. The cracks in the pavement are exactly where I left them, the faces on the street just as distant and preoccupied. It’s a familiar misery, like an old coat that’s worn too thin but still fits just right.
Maybe it’s not the world that’s the problem; maybe it’s the lens I’ve chosen to view it through. Because if everything’s the same, then there’s always the chance that tomorrow, something might shift—even if it’s just the way I decide to see it.
In the gray of morning’s first light,
The world wears its weary old coat,
Unchanged in its heavy, familiar plight,
Yet I wonder, is it the world, or what I wrote?
So, if life seems like a drag, and some days feel like you’re stuck in a bad rerun. If the world insists on staying the same, maybe it’s our attitude that needs a reboot. Who knows? A fresh perspective might just turn that gray cloud into, well, a slightly less gray cloud.
Sometimes the routine’s just the universe’s way of saying, ‘Keep looking," and with an open mind you might just find a hidden gem in the mundane.
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