Idle Days.

The innumerable number of experiences I could have daily is incomprehensible. Ridiculous. I could go fly a kite. Meet someone new. Bungee jump. Do things I cannot even fathom, because I have conditioned not to be able to fathom them. But I am here, idling my days away. I am dressing the same way, speaking the same way, thinking the same things, reacting the same way, and so on and so forth. And it is getting very tiring indeed. I grow weary of this bubble. I was to see something new. Meet someone new. Do something new. I want to be new. I want to leave this all behind, somehow. Leave it all behind, and bring with me the ones I hold dear. But I cannot, because of legal restrictions, amongst other reasons. Variety is the spice of life, they say. My pasta has been seasoned with oregano for far too long. It's time to add something new. Some parsley. Bay leaves would be a nice touch.

But I digress. I am not stating that I know how to do this. I am not declaring that I have all the answers. I don't know how to force myself into seeing the potentials of each and every moment of my life, or how to take advantage of them. I am just tired of the same wheel spinning. The thread being woven. I want to add some colour. I am tired of letting things that I cannot control dictate my life.

Very tired, indeed.