I get up, go to work, come home.
I stare at the wall or stare at the computer screen.
The only difference is whether or not I cry myself to sleep.
Every so often I go over to Movie Buddy's house and watch a movie. That's coming to an end so then it will be every weekday get up, go to work, come home and stare at the screen.
Every couple weeks I go on a trip with Adventure Buddy. But that's coming to an end too.
Ad infinitum.
This is my life.
I loved Dead Poets Society. I loved Walden. I loved the ideals in them. How did I come to be living a life so completely opposite of that.
All in all, I'm just another brick in the wall. And I hate it with a burning passion. And I loathe myself for letting it happen.
1 comment:
I used to have that same feeling about such ideals opposing mundane reality. However, I now believe that that mundane reality is the place in which the reality of God breaks through. It's infinitely precious. I don't believe you will always see your routine patterns in this way. Dare God to heal your broken heart.
Kathy
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