My mind rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram, or the most intricate analysis, and I am in my own proper atmosphere. But I abhor the dull routine of existence. I crave for mental exaltation.It is in the past few months that I have sought to end the fervour of needless routine in my life; but oh how so often does that crusade come back to haunt me in times of laziness or all around needless "free time". To state it more plainly, the one thing that I hear from friends and peers the most is that they lack a sense of freedom in their day-to-day lives. It is in this routine that we find ourselves getting comfortable with the cards we are dealt and then wrap the rest of our responsibilities around such an existence.
-Arthur Conan Doyle
Most of the time this kind of routine functions around the existence of "the other", which typically can be described as anything not of ourselves that we must devote an expontential amount of time and effort towards. I myself find that this becomes my job, and that because my job is not a "real job", I must strain myself to continue giving my free time to this other- without a sense of what I might recieve in return. It is this pattern forming process that routinely breaks down our senses from what can exist outside of the routine itself.
I find myself using my free time to do anything and everything that my "other" cannot fulfill and in that process I create for myself a "routine" not of obligation but of freedom. As the Conan Doyle quote dictates above, its not that one finds the pursuit in a daily battle to be unfullfilling, if then the materials that we then allow into each day match the expectations our ambitions stack against us- in the face of reality reminding us when we are at odds with our own personal goals/desires.
Think about, and let me know what you think.