what’s the reason
So. You wake up, alarm is going off. You voice for it to stop, it does so by your command. You roll over, look at the time. 6AM - but you knew that already. Your eyes close again. You aren’t needed yet.
6:20 rolls around, another alarm. You turn it off manually, and sit up. You plant your palms into your bed on opposite sides of you and twist your back - crack! A satisfying feeling, though your back is a bit sore still. You sleep on your side.
You unplug your phone and take a look at it. Browse your mail, your social app or two - maybe a game. You do this for.. 20 minutes. Maybe 30. Let’s say it’s 6:50 AM now.
You get up, you wash your face. Brush your teeth. You notice your eye bags are just as pronounced as usual - though you slept well. Annoying.
You walk back to your room and begin to get dressed. One piece after the other, socks last - belt doesn’t count, though it’s technically last. You walk downstairs.
It’s fine down there. Not too hot or too cold. You quickly pack away some leftovers and grab your wallet and keys. You put the leftovers in your backpack and head out of the house, locking the door behind you.
It’s 7:00 AM now, maybe 7:05. You unlock your car, get in - initiate navigation. You put your sunglasses on because you can’t drive without them, or you’ll get migraines. You pull away from the curb and begin your drive.
It’s 7:30 AM now. Or maybe 7:37 AM. You arrive at your workplace, the destination in the nav - and that’s it. The rest is history. It’s history that hasn’t even happened yet. The daily grind. The autonomous routine. Not one that’s hated, not one that’s even noticed. You do what you have to do.
Or, I do. What’s the reason? I shouldn’t give my time to a company, I’m told. I should be free, I’m told.
As nice as that sounds, I have to make money. And I like what I do, on top of that. I want to get a house. And marry a beautiful woman, and have kids with her eyes and my hair. Or maybe her smile and my sense of humor. I’m not sure.
Fact is, I do what I gotta do. I’m not apologizing for that, and I’m not looking for praise. But too many people are silent about their lives. It’s not a loop. I’m not on repeat. I love and laugh and cry every day in new ways and that’s something that matters to me.