Mindles routines

          There is an obsession with the truth these days, with the coming of equality amongst a certain mass of humans, everyone wants this rare high-priced commodity . Knowing makes us feel important, makes us feel a part of something. Thus truth is very important to all of us, it seems as though we might just go mad without it.  And yet, we also have the desperate need to lie to each, and of course our selves including.
           Perhaps the most innocent form of lying to ourselves and others is the basic absurdity of routines. Each and every morning, throughout the day, and as we get ready to go to sleep again, we go through our fair share of routines. Why do we do it? Many can't remember anymore, and those that do, say it's so they would not forget. It makes me wonder, because everyone is oh, so comfortable in each their own, why a practice of deliberate self-induced  brainwashing  is so popular in such conscious days. I know people do not like to forget, and sometimes a correct routine is in fact the matter between life and death, but I believe that many a person stops thinking when performing the usual tasks of the day. Our minds go empty fed with the monotony of another mindless task. Suddenly brushing our teeth, putting on shoes and opening and closing doors is but an automatic motion.
             And thus, just like breathing, these tasks are being taken for granted. We forget how much of us is put into each and every thing we do. And we lie to ourselves that its going to be like this forever and that its the best way to do things. Comfort is a lie, it is but an illusion, it  makes us want it, forever to be held in warm embrace, well fed and happy. But dreams, just as they do, come crashing down.
            Supposing routines are necessary, a necessary evil as is grammar, that in some ways defines us and in others strips us of our humanity. Though at the back of my mind, that long forgotten little voice, starts whispering again: "You dear, are so sad, huffing and puffing, and nothing to say, trying to ventilate that poisonous anger out of your system when it comes to be too much. The only reason you have a problem with routines is because you are hardly capable of them! So very sad, to preach about the faults of something out of sheer revenge..."
             People may say that this was my conscience speaking, but no, its the monster, it finds faults in me, it finds faults in every word I wright, it simply loves to mock and torment me, but about that another time. Whether my arguments have been discredited by my notions or not, I do believe one good can come of these few paragraphs - think!