Here I am

Here I am sitting in my room, waiting...for what? I don't even know, but I am. Waiting for a new day, waiting for a new moment, even though I already know tomorrow will be just the same as today. Let's not be nihilistic! I might meet new faces, or bump into some of the old, but hey. Down to the backbone of tomorrow, I'm going to work, from 10 to 4 like every other sunday. I'm going to sweep, mop, prepare peppers and cheese, bake bread, and clean + restock a bar. This a routine I've been undergoing for a while. It's not bad, I'm not complaining about my job. Personally I don't find it that challenging and as boring as that is, I don't mind it. I'm just pointing out the facts that tomorrow, will be like every other sunday I've spent at this restaurant. I find that it's like that with everything; school, home, even going places with public transport. Even though there is something new happening every time it still feels just as bland as it ever did. It makes me wonder though..."Why?" Why must our lives all rotate around the same lifestyle. Unless you're clinically insane or homeless. When you have a generally "normal" life you do the same stuff. Even going out with the people you like seems to get generic after a while. Why couldn't life be a new adventure every day? This question scares me, and my mind seems to already find it ridiculous. I don't know why, but it does, and I'm sure yours does too. Think to yourself; Tomorrow, you wont go into work, without telling your boss. But you will drive to a place you used to go to a child, and you'll do what you did there are a child. Whether it's play soccer, or fly a kite. Forget about the adult world and just live like you used to, happy go lucky, and not a care in the world. If you have the guts, do it, leave or send me a message telling me how it went. As for me...I have a cardboard cut out future to maintain and create, and fear seems to always have me on edge.