Blending Days

Routine is a great thing. At what point does it become Bill Murray in Groundhog Day? That is, days repeating and blending like watercolors until it becomes an indistinguishable brown.

You ever just have a mini “wake-up” where you realize you’ve been doing your thing so long you’ve become lost in translation? I feel it sometimes, becoming so focused on doing the right things and progressing in life, only to question my very existence. I begin to ask myself why I’m doing what I’m doing, where I hope to go with it, and whether I’m content. It can be awfully discouraging when things seem stagnant. Sometimes I even wonder if what I’m doing is what I’m supposed to do. The weight of every decision seems to pull you further and further in one direction. If that happens to you then that’s cool. We’re in this thing together. I tend to ramble when I think. One thought cascading into another like rapids in a river. I’m just a kayak being tossed through the water.

You’re probably thinking ‘hey man chill the fuck out, it ain’t that serious’. You’d be right. I have to laugh at myself sometimes. Underrated skill, self-deprecation. Just make sure it’s all jokes because it’s easy to slip into believing it for real.

I’m not a fan of the idea that success in our society is like crabs in a bucket. I don’t think you need to climb on top of someone else like Yertle the Turtle to become the king. Be your own king. One of the coolest things about being alive is you’re the only one able to see the world from your paradigm. No matter how much better someone else’s life may seem to be they can never see the world through your two eyes. Nobody can take that from you. Take your vantage point and learn how to express your own unique experience.