The Routine

We all have a routine, big or small. Sometimes they're fun, like eating the same food everyday. Sometimes they're annoying, like having to do a daily chore. Often we find ourselves in a daily routine. Wake up, go to work, come home for 6 hours, then sleep. Literally 18 hours of our days are absorbed by the routine assuming 8 hours of sleep. I don't like this. It didn't used to be bad though. I used to enjoy life despite the routine. I used to see a purpose in it; a light at the end. I still do, but now is something different. I usually feel like what used to make the daily minutia worth it is better gone, but sometimes I can't help but miss it. I can't help but wonder what might have happened. I don't even remember what it felt like, I just know I miss it. Her. She was the light. I sometimes hope the bulb is just turned off and could be flicked on again. But I think the bulb is out for good. Like I said. There is a light still. But not a light like hers. Not one that makes it worth it.