The feeling of living the same day again and again.
The same thoughts and ideas guide me. The same cravings keep me on the move and through the same actions I aim to fulfill what seems to be missing.
The same emotions keep arising and in the same ways I keep trying to keep them away, while chasing for others.
It's a story that doesn't change. Is it really me, this familiar sense of things and my relation to them? Is this really my life? Is this a life? And who is it that keeps on living this life?
What happens when instead of running and keeping busy, I stop and see? What if I really look?
What if I face craving instead of getting drawn with it?
What if I make this life and the one living it an object of curiosity?
What if I feel what I've feared to?
Will there be a tomorrow finally? An end to repetition? Will I be born a new? Will this day finally end?