The days gone

This is a Habit thats for sure , the days come to an end and i feel compelled to write once again. The days been a normal day with productivity and well unproductivity mixed in a package called me. Well the day began at a frenetic pace with lots of work to be done and in the middle somewhere the impetus was lost and i fell into the dregery of daily routine uncreative junk,. From which ofcourse i ran away in the middle to my cigaretes and tea.

By the end of it for some strange reason the satisfaction of having completed the days work is not complete. But well i feel the need for the rest.

The desire everyday to do something new, out of the box , out of routine rises in me, awakened severelly from its slumber. The beast tries to break out in every move in every bit, yet somewhetre it gets thwarted by the well oldness of the activity. And whatever begins as an adventure looses its sheen a bit too soon.

Its strange what happens to one over a period of time. i mean i was remembering the old days of Hyderabad , not that something new was happening everyday , but for some strange reason there were things which were still to be done, but now i guess at some level most of them have been done and no experience wahtsoever has stimulated me into repitition.

The work goes on and thats the only sector where i find novelty , but then sometimes i think what next, the questions is forever there. What next. And the answer are well chores which are fitted into the schedule to satisfy the need for work, not novelty.

I also wonder at times if everyone around me goes through the same motion, i mean there are alot of new things which i do but they are similar to the ones done before, I guess its a guestion of perception yet once again. And man is my perception screwed , i would be probably require prescrition glasses in terms of Vision and farsight. Lol

Stupid laughing at my own cracks i always enjoyed that . So looking forward to what needs to be done and whats in store for me tomorrow i sign off. Good night.