Lately, life feels like an elaborate chore.

It's the same mundane routine every day with little to change. Weekends don't feel any different than regular weekdays. If anything, weekends are no longer about enjoying yourself or the free time you get. It's more about doing other chores that you couldn't make time for during the weekdays.

This rinse and repeat approach to life, it's not worth it, at least not in the long run.

The urge to break out of this routine is there in existence, somewhere in my mind at least. But every time I decide or try to break free, something pulls me back. Perhaps it's the sense of familiarity that I am so used to now, or perhaps it's the fear of trying to switch gears and embark on a new journey. Wanting to enjoy a weekend without thinking about chores shouldn't be this difficult, but it is, at least for me.

This chore that I call life will not get any better. But at least it won't get any worse, right?