Routines of doing things sustain our wellbeing on daily basis … in a repetitive manner.
Patterns in our lives are like stencils, which we employ to correctly progress from birthday to birthday, from New Year to New Year … hoping for some fun along the way.
Reflections of our faces, which we can see in a shimmering water of a deep, deep lake, in a lustrous shop window, in a glass door at an entrance to some soulless office, tell us what we are now … in a mirrored image.
Yet, our minds, our bodies, our desires ebb and flow; in a disregard of what is sensible and expected.
Turn away from that echo, that mirage to see yourself.