When the first rays of sunlight awaken the Earth, illuminating the darkened skies, and he resists the first alarm to go off on his phone, he knows the rest of the day he's going to be tired. Maybe the whole week, even. It's as is the first alarm on that Monday morning is the signal to the constant fatigue that will follow his every move.
He never notices the clouds that drift constantly above the buildings in his way to work. It's become a habit to ignore the little things that make up life, and instead fall into a routine of being trapped in thinking these things are the background in life.
It's a battle everyday to remind himself why he is doing this everyday. He has to think about how this is only a temporary situation.
Sometimes the mundane becomes so unreal that he feels like he's living in a dream. A dream where all past goals and aspirations have silently withered into the abyss, and he doesn't know what's real anymore. Everyday he attempts to sort out the thoughts and memories that he created in his mind and reality.
It's the danger zone of being comfortably stuck. No risk involved, yet no living involved either. Anyone can fall into this trap. The slow death is subtle.
It's the moment you decide you don't hate your job even though you're bored to tears everyday. Maybe it's that moment when you start blurring out the highlights of the days into a background noise. Or the routine you fall into where you come home everyday and watch TV until you fall asleep.
The troubles in life aren't the problem; it's the lack of having any sort of dynamics at all. And this doesn't mean you have to create your own problems to live an interesting life.
It means you have to be fully aware of everything around you and appreciate it. And it's noticing when something isn't working and learning how to improve it.
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