Routine allows for Life to be
Still. Easy. Expected. Smooth. Contained. Controlled.
But along with routine, comes the
Boredom. Restlessness. Tedium. Complacency. Stagnancy. Depression.
Routine has become almost a requirement.
Without it, the day to day
Becomes unmanageable. I lose my grip.
And so, Life becomes a series
Of rushed timelines, deadlines, and bedtimes.
Within these tight constraints of Life
I've realized the necessity, the power
Of veering away. Defying the restrictions.
A spontaneous night with wine, conversation
Becomes almost like a rebellion against
What Life has required of Us.
An occasional alarm clock ignored becomes
A snub at responsibility and reality.
The routine, I've realized, is only
Effective when I'm willing to bend.
Break away, every now and then,
And remember what my Life is
And who I am without routine.
This poem was originally posted here on December 3, 2010