the human machine
The end of the Spring semester approaches signaling the completion of 25% of my short-term goal. I should be done with the first stage about a year from now. I’m following a path that I should have chosen ten years ago, but this past decade was spent discovering life.
Now that my twenties are almost over, the stage of my life where I need to be a responsible adult has taken over my existence. The monotony of everyday life sprinkled with happiness has become my personal routine. As mundane as that sounds, I actually enjoy the redundancy.
The schedule goes a little something like this for the next couple weeks until I get a couple weeks off before the Summer semester begins: Mondays thru Thursdays are occupied with my full-time day job and school in the evenings. Fridays are celebrated, because I just have an eight-hour shift followed by a relaxing evening and the weekend ahead. Saturdays and Sundays fly by, because I do whatever I want with them unless the calendar tells me otherwise.
At work, I plug into my workstation from 7am to 3pm with a couple breaks during that time. I’m connected to a machine which is connected to another machine which is connected to yet another machine and who knows how many more machines until you’ve reached the backbone of this vast network that records our lives.
When I am not in front of this type of device that you’re using to read this, I am living. Go do the same. You’re better than this.