Sometimes I wonder: do I need the extraordinary moments? Why do they always promise much yet fade away? Why do I overlook the simple, steady parts of life that keep showing up?

When did I start chasing after the exceptional? What keeps pulling me back into that pursuit?

Isn’t it odd that even the most amazing experiences can feel ordinary fast? Why do the things I try to push away stick around, almost like my attempts to make them cling tighter?

Why does my mind keep predicting perfect futures or terrible disasters? What if this time I will know what’s coming?

Perhaps I should not argue with illusions.

Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here!

I find myself saying, “I’ll never do this again” or “From now on, I always will!” But haven’t I been in this position before? Haven’t I seen those strong statements fade away like morning mist?

I aim to express reality, but that might not go as planned.

What would happen if I tried something different? Not a huge change, a small one – like a new morning routine, a different breakfast, or a new way to get to the same old place?

Now I should maybe acknowledge my hopes and needs, my fears and preparation, my pride and regret.

You’ve been all over, and it’s been all over you…

Do the reliable parts of life go away because I mix things up? Could that be the key to change—knowing that things can stay the same while I shift the little?

Isn’t it possible that everyone moves between wanting the extraordinary and realizing the ordinary has everything to offer? Could it be that the simple, small changes mean more than the loud, dramatic ones?

You are always welcome.