Mundane

The mundanity of life gets to you. Lethargy seeps into your coffee as you mechanically stir your black oblivion manifested in your Monday morning wake-up drink. The procrastination creeps into the mounting mails that need to be replied to. The irritation scratches your peace of mind as the telephone ring incessantly jars your eardrums. Nothing seems to inspire you out of the routine pace of the dragging footsteps that have lost their initial excitement. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday. They are all the same. Days calculated in hours, hours in minutes and minutes in seconds. They all just tick the same thing. It is the resounding echo of the days that are passing by, moments that are being lost, and the lost opportunity of forgone dreams.