And when the new day arrives again I get into the routine, get up, make food, bathe, get dressed and once go out for work ... To see the same faces, do the same things, with an unpleasant environment and with a perfect hypocritical smile.
Remembering because I continue, I am full of encouragement not to decay with the hope that in a short time I will go and be free (free of that work, of those faces, of the so negative environment).
The routine invades our feelings, body, soul and mind, so much so that we already look like zombies. Or do you not?
But when the afternoon comes and a foot touches the house everything is happiness, tranquility is breathed "the world I like to be" ... Between laughter and stories the routine of work is forgotten, the soul feels free and fills up of positive energies.
But the next day the routine continues ... that routine that at some time and not very far has to end.
And so I am with the free soul and the body in four walls.
How boring is the routine for you?
