Get up. Take my daughter to school. Go to work. Come home. Sit in front of the TV. Go to bed. Repeat.
I. Want. More.
Is it possible to live a happy life in a simple routine? Is it enough to just exist and not want more?
Sometimes I need to tell myself to calm my ass down. Sometimes my husband has to tell me that, too. I get bored easily and it’s never good. I feel guilty when I’m not actively working on something. I tend to be one of those “you only live once” people and just go for it. The clock of mortality is ticking.
But it’s okay to just sit and not do anything sometimes, right?
When I get in a funk, I don’t know whether to rest or give myself a kick in the butt. It’s really a fine line. In that moment, is it enough to just exist? I’ve had a rough year, especially health-wise, to the point where I was forced to “just exist”. The guilt and helplessness have been overwhelming.
I often hear the affirmation, “I am enough” and I understand that humans have inherent worth, but if you don’t want anything else, do you feel like you lack a purpose? Do we need a purpose? Does being an atheist affect your thoughts on having a purpose?
I’m sometimes envious of people who took a more traditional path – like things sometimes fall in place for people. I’m also jealous of people who can just be happy with what they have.
Is a simple life possible? Can you be happy in a routine? Would you even want a simple life? With everything going on in the universe, can you feel happy with your insignificance?
Maybe I’m making too many assumptions here. Maybe no one has a simple life and you all are asking just as many questions as I am.
How do you feel? Do you have a routine? Are you happy with it? Is it possible to not want anything else?