But what happens when avoiding routine becomes your routine?
And you ache for some kind of security
Yet you know that security will bore you
And it seems like you waste your days with indecision
Yet the unpredictability is what you live for
And each moment of spontaneity thrills you
Yet leaves you mentally fatigued until the next day
And this cycle continues until you look back at your years
And find that they were all dissimilarly similar
Filled with new beginning and unfinished endings
And many internal battles fought within the same exterior
Filled with friendships coming and going
And nothing constant; nothing everlasting
Routine isn’t bad. Scheduled posting isn’t bad.
Secure relationships aren’t bad. Money in the bank definitely isn’t bad.
But I digress.
How can I live a life of adventure when I was born into a tradition?
Live life my own way while simultaneously acknowledging necessary submission?
There are things that are everlasting; things worth holding onto.
Now I just need to know which things to let go of, and which to take with me.
As I move forward.