Pentagon in paralax, A foretold rumbling sounds below the deep, Come and see

Realization: We are creatures of habit.

Growing up, we become accustomed to routine. The waking up at a certain time every day, going to a place, working, seeing the same faces again and again. Sitting in the same seat, coming home to sleep in the same bed, setting the alarm to repeat it all again.

But there are spontaneous moments- the conversations, the new faces that are passed from one's routine to another's, an intermingling of minds breathing in front of new bodies.

And as we grow older, we can only adapt to molding ourselves with and in-between routine and spontaneity. We keep with them, adding and removing what we will with the knowledge that some things are only temporary. The location remains the same, but the conversation lifts and falls with the times and events that the spontaneity of the mind creates as it reflects upon the world, creating every action and reaction that sets the routine in motion.

So we create habits. What we find pleasurable becomes habitual- we smile around those who bring us joy, we get used to another's voice, we find walking to the same place even enjoyable as an action we must perform. After a repeated action, we begin to find comfort in our situations, while realizing there is an element of change.

I believe that people are changing constantly- every second we are becoming more aware of ourselves, growing with the realization that occurs on our paths towards happiness. Human desire in itself wants a steady platform, a sense of stability... but it must be woken up through bursts of freshness so as not to bore itself. We need both- the fluctuation within solidity, the cracks within our foundation that allow for breathing (a constant motion that always contains new life).

Monday starts another routine. I am hoping that spontaneity leads back to answering a question that I posed about three weeks ago.
Let's get this going <3
[The Island: Come and See- The Decemberists]