Routined Disaster

Routined Disaster

I've been falling into an endless replay of mundane days. The work of each passing day is what greets me the moment I step into the now familiar halls of our campus, and does not take its much-appreciated leave till it is satisfied. Yet before a breath can barely complete its precious cycle within my exhausted lungs, another comes along, demanding my attention. My mind is now eager only to arrange an appointment for a Sleep-In Saturday - despite me recently discovering how infinite my schedule can be, slumber continues to evade it.

I have seldom taken to any activity that involves repetition, as anyone who knew of my progress as an Air Rifle shooter back in Junior High may know (on a side note - congrats AWC!!!!). Routines always end up in a quagmire of misery, messiness and dissastisfaction in the abstract world I like to call my mind. There are people who rely on a routine to sort their lives out, but I'd very much rather build up a rhythm of my own choosing; A rhythm that provides freedom for variation to keep things fresh, a rhythm that keeps me going rather than drags me along, a rhythm that lets me know what to look forward to and when.

The danger of a routine is something I try to avoid, and I seek out the nuances of insanity in school that are always there to break up my droll days. Whenever a chance for a conversation to nowhere comes along in the form of a friend in the canteen, I check for any spare homework that my emotions may be able to overcome. If fortune allows for it, I gladly take the brief reprieve from school's duller effects and enjoy a talk that thankfully seldom includes any intellectual topics.

What do you do to break up your routined disaster?