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Vibrance of Grey
I’ve always despised routine; bound to a distasteful, dull and predictable way of life day after day.
Routine is survival, not living, as I see it.
I would scowl in confusion towards those accepting a “life” as predictable as it were the previous days before him. For years, I spent attempting to prove that unpredictability was possible, and attempted (what felt as if my hardest) to steer clear of any habitual way of living.
Though, as I continue down the path of adulthood, I find that routine is inevitable. Even so, I’d still attempt to counterargue an undeniable fact.
Existing, now, in a fresh environment from the familiar of twenty-four years, I ambitiously strived for spontaneity. With a new environment holding endless opportunity, routine didn’t stand a chance…or so I thought.
As the days turned to weeks, which soon became a month, I found myself, comfortable, in an anticipated routine.
I soon became hopeless, believing that life wasn’t truly something grand as I thought it could be, but stagnant moments of highs and lows as we coast through survival.
Then I remembered the show Blue’s Clues.
Don’t quote me on this, but I believe I learned of this in Malcolm Gladwell’s book, The Tipping Point — When Blue’s Clues first began and had…
