Carpe Diem

It doesn't take long to get used to walking down the hallway everyday. At first it's almost exciting, but even when it becomes banal it remains a pleasant respite from the emotionally unbalanced arena of my workplace. Today especially, it was rewarding because I knew that upon my return, I would be granted leave from the unproductive solution of boredom and unrealistic expectations. My only challenge was my routine wrestling match with the boxes. They were broken down flat -- all of them. When I break them down, I leave one large box to carry the rest of the flattened boxes in. Clearly, I have achieved an above average level of fox-like cleverness. Because of someone else demonstrating their alarming evasion of evolutionary adaptation coupled with a lack of interest in humanity's defining drive for ingenuity, my mission was made made ever so slightly more challenging. The flattened boxes would have to be stacked on top of the trash can with no way to guarantee their static placement in this gravity stricken world. Overcoming this obstacle, I discovered round two as I attempted to steer the wheeled trash can of discontentment -- and, of course, trash -- through a narrow doorway guarded by both an inconveniently placed cabinet and a door that has but one overwhelming desire. That desire was simply to stay closed. As I carried on, developing the necessary skills to join a circus show, I followed the corridor leading to my destination which was but a pitstop on my route to freedom. When forced to follow a predestined path to my own freedom, desire for knowledge creeps up, wherein I ask the question, "Where do the other paths lead?" This question is not simply a question of where I would physically be if I turned left instead of right, but may also serve as an allusion to the endless opportunity both seized and unafforded by the paths we ourselves take in this journey we call life. Truthfully, though, it was mostly just a question of where that other corridor went. But I have not taken that other path. I have not seized that opportunity. I have not yet explored the possibilities that lie just around that corner. A day will come when I will be brave. On that day, I will sneak, I will explore, I will set myself on that course which leads to awareness. But today is not that day. Today is the day that I take the trash out to the dumpsters and go back to that aforementioned workplace to promptly clock out and go home. A glimpse of adventure -- rendered invisible by my continually innate desire to achieve the known. Mundane as I am, at least I am free.