Perpetual motion

It all begins again.....

The morning routine. Zapped of energy by the melancholy of the masses. Desperate for 5 o’clock when it is only 9 in the morning. Living life in anticipation that the future holds the key to unlock this misery.

It occurred to me while on the train home that if we had all been so miserable on our morning train ride we should have been bouncing off the walls in sheer ecstasy on the way home. The work day was over and free time had begun, we were after all taking the journey home to those we loved. The very place and people that the hell of work deprived us from being with. As I looked around I witnessed exhaustion, ambivalence, silence.

When did this all begin?

At what point do we accept that it is ok to live for the weekend, for our free time, those moments where we have been given ‘permission’ to experience life. If left unquestioned this cycle will continue in motion forever. If the questioning is not turned to dreams this cycle will continue in motion forever. If the dreams are not translated to action this cycle will continue in motion forever.

I’m getting off this train. I’m jumping out at the very next stop!