Every day is a new day. Every day is a new opportunity.
Consider.
Life has no random seed, if you lived this moment again you might not read these same words, these words could have been totally different.
Groundhog Day.
He woke up each morning knowing that his cause stays the same every time, but the effect he put into play were different.
Even if things aren’t changing around you, every morning you can make a choice; what shall I do today?
It’s funny how there is such an abundance of inspiration yet we think so rigidly, eh?
I draw patterns to make order out of chaos, to establish familiarity. I write lists to hold my memory together.
If all I know is familiar how can I learn?
Further to my original point, if I do the same thing every day, won’t it mean I only know one version of life? Life could be anything! There are so many tangents so why only see one?
I have been trapped by the Groundhog Day gods for going to so little effort. I have to wake up now and start wanting more from life.