Another month dwindles, it will now only live in our memories. Memories of kayaking, weddings, birthdays. July holds more of the same, but it will all be different. How? Every day we partake in a routine similar to the day before yet we face new challenges, joys, sorrows. I take the same drive to work every morning, but always arrive at a different time, follow a different vehicle, buy a different beverage. I always say “Good morning” to my coworkers, but always in a different tone, with a different expression, to a different but similar response. What controls this? Is it me? Is it the rotation of the planet and the alignment of the stars? Supernatural elements? How can a million different little things build something so seemingly similar to the previous? How can things be mundane, monotonous and new? Exciting, enjoyable and repetitive? How can one watch the same TV, play the same game, jog the same path and still enjoy it? How can someone wake to a different bird song, a different smile, a different chance and ignore it? Why are there always more questions than answers?



