yes, i do feel the need to get a job... and fix my damn shift key. however, i'm sincerely wasting away and i'm not exactly in a rush to actually make something out of myself. i'm not pushed by great necessity to start earning money. yeah sure, it would have been nice to have money to burn for my numerous wants and other wants which pretend to be ''needs'', but i'm fine living on the same pasta dish for breakfast over and over again. there's nothing wrong with having the same meal for months on end, if a couple can stay loyal to each other, then why can't i be the same to food?
the monotony is NOT killing me.
there's something comforting about a routine that feels snug like a shoe you wear day in, day out. there's a sense of affinity to that shoe that when you wear it, you know it's for you. same goes with my routine, the way i cook, what i cook, what i watch, the way i work out, whom i talk to, my name is written all over it.
bumming around isn't exactly all that fulfilling. nothing fulfills you more than a sense of purpose in life, a direction, a raison d'etre. but a reason for being isn't exactly something you google, it must fit you. so i'm taking my sweet sweet time, being unproductive, living by the same routine, hoping that fate won't fall short, that serendipity isn't as pitiful as it seems like.
but then again, how does one find lady luck in routine?
