Consistency Is Death

Redundancy, & Consistency; a slow death. Seeping into the spine, deteriorating the bones. Curve balls exist for a reason. The vast roads that wind, different ways. Paving the path for a scenic route, away from the drudge. Wasabi for the palette; changing the senses for a new tasteful delight. Cuddling with a new cashmere blanket, feeling safe, cozy, and relaxed. Jumping out of bed for the next adventure under the vast constellations. Soaking up the rays on a river rafting tour. Monotony, Redundancy, Consistency kills the soul. Individuals say this on their last breath. Creating a bucket list, of time lost, adventures to come. Breaking away from the norm, dancing, singing, kissing in that rainstorm.