The horror of the “same old thing” is one of the most restricting passions of the human heart.
We wear the word mundane, with shame.
We dread that something be the same as it was before, for to be unchanged, is to be failing.
Without realising, my demand for change diminishes my pleasure and increases my desire, whilst simultaneously emptying my pockets, and my sense of satisfaction.
When I finished high school 3 years ago, I went on an adventure. And I did some incredible things, things I don’t regret doing, and things I will truly treasure for the rest of my life. However, I am beginning to realise that although taking on new challenges and striving for cool, great things is not necessarily bad, for me, pursuing adventures for myself has at times blinded me to the reality of the consistent beauties that already exist in my life.
I have been living a “mundane” “normal” life again for over a year since my trip.
“Back to study” “Back to work” “Back to living at home” “Back to the same old thing.”
And secretly, and sometimes not so secretly, I seem to circle back to a longing to be elsewhere, back there, somewhere different, somewhere exciting. Continue reading