life is a routine

Nowadays, I begin to find life meaningless because I am practically going through the same routine everyday. Things that are scheduled for me invariably can’t be changed for the fact that they are orders. So, going through the same motion becomes a habit and I realized that I am left without choice but to get done the tasks assigned. I mean I don’t really mind doing the same stuff that I am interested and not something that one dread about. Unfortunately, in reality, we are often presented the latter. In the process, I also discovered that the monotonous repeating pattern kills off passion and zest. The passion to live a new day with gratitude virtually dies off. I am rotten in every sense. Without fail, I must wake up as early as 6am while my family members are still in slumber just to prepare for another day of dull and dry experience. Reaching my ‘workplace’, routine begins with ‘signing in’ to the long awaited ‘signing out’ in dusk. In conclusion, my life at the moment is about ‘signing in’ and ‘signing out’.