Better must come

Its been a while since I've found myself lost in my thoughts, and today is no exception. It would seem my thoughts are not as dense as before, the woeful effects of climate change I suppose. Still waters run deep, but it is also true that there are always exceptions - my waters are shallow for now, though quite still.

My life is routine, everything goes according to a non-existent plan. Wake up, eat, bath, dress, go to work ( at least physically - the rest of me is out wondering in parts unknown, wishing my able body would join in) do the usual - be busy doing nothing ( nothing that means anything to me beyond a pay check). Sad isn't it.

The work day is done, I hop into my car speed down the hill with music blaring, shutting out everything else on my way to pick up Sofie to head to the gym (I like that part of the day); but first I must sit through the afternoon traffic. With my work out done, I press on with the routine - go pick up J, head home, talk, eat, bath, head to bed to wake up the following day and start all over again. Oh fuck! Really, is this what passes for a life. It can't be. Ok, so I do go out on occasion to add some spice to this otherwise dull dish of life. But seriously. The sad thing is, some people wish for this existence I have.

I want more out of life, but I have no idea where I should start. Till I do, I will express my frustrations in these lines, be thankful for what I do have and hold on to these words: "when better can't be done, worse must continue."