We always blame the routine; we load on her “back” everything. Our misery, our misfortune, our inefficiency, our weakness, our failure…
Routine is like a big house that has place for all.
I blame the routine too. I hate the repeated every day actions: the same things at work, the same clothes in wardrobe, the same scents and perfumes in the bathroom, the same food everyday, the same way of entertainment…
Oh Lord! Give me something new! Oh Lord! I am so tired of the routine…
Oh Lord, release me… Oh Lord, I want to escape… Oh Lord…
But one day succeeds the other and the daily life is exactly the same. The only thing that changes is the time we do the things, because we don’t finish work every day. The super market time, for example, is not always the same. And the list of the necessities too.
But, there are some moments in life, that we realize the blessing of the existence of routine.
Sometimes, I catch myself transfer the newly washed clothes from the washing machine to the drying loft. Exactly the same moment I bless my luck, because I have a house, a washing machine, money to buy the detergents and finally I have clothes.
Except of this, you realize many other things. When you are a lonely person, for example, and you spend your holiday time in your house, wearing your pajamas and walking around an empty house, doing absolutely nothing, you are waiting for the day that work begins. The night before, you have your shower, you take care of yourself, you prepare your clothes… And the next day that the clock sounds, you wake up so happy…
You go to work, you see your colleagues, you do the same things and you are happy.
And moments like this, you really appreciate the existence of routine.
Routine saves us from many, many things.
Just think a little…
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