The Daily Monotony of Confromism

For several years I've never identified myself with being one of those people whining about their daily routine:

Sleep -> Force Feed Yourself -> Work -> Force Feed Yourself Again -> More Work -> Repeat.

I always though my life was quite interesting as the nature of my day-job on the telecom world pushed me into learning new things at fast paced schedule.

I literally never knew (and still don't know) what was going to happen the next day.

So I thought I'd never have the chance to get bored again...

What was my surprise that I'm now surprised to be so used to the unpredictability of my days that I actually got so used to it that I long for a chage.

May be a change in the kind of problems I experience, may be he willingness to be better at something else, may be the dream to become someone else.

But I guess we all have the same dream, since no one is ever at peace where they are, the greener lawn on the neighbor tale, comes to mind.

And don't get me wrong, I love my job, but I've never be able to remain stagnant.

I now want more out of it.

Even though I'm better off than many.

Desire's always the root of suffering, the void creating the emptiness inside yourself.