Riding

So I'm sitting on a train to work at 8 in the morning, there's no sun and rain is sprinkling. Despite the fatigue that lingers and lulls in my body, I'm thinking, 'Damn, things are pretty okay'. I may have, from time to time, whined about being stuck in a routine, but it's so like me, that at the same time, I enjoy it. Who am I to deny that I am indeed a closet lover of the safer option, schedules and comfort. I enjoy boredom. Oxymoron?

I appreciate knowing what will come next, yet, at the same time I thrive upon the idea of spontaneity.

And this is exactly where it feels like I'm constantly at crossroads. Let me know when you have figured out a way to balance the two.