Consistency is Death

Consistency is Death

Redundancy, & Consistency; a slow death.

Seeping into the spine, deteriorating the bones.

Curve balls exist for a reason.

The vast roads that wind, different ways.

Paving the path for a scenic route, away from the drudge.

Wasabi for the palette; changing the senses for a new tasteful delight.

Cuddling with a new cashmere blanket, feeling safe, cozy, and relaxed.

Jumping out of bed for the next adventure under the vast constellations.

Soaking up the rays on a river rafting tour.

Monotony, Redundancy, Consistency kills the soul.

Individuals say this on their last breath.

Creating a bucket list, of time lost, adventures to come.

Breaking away from the norm, dancing, singing, kissing in that rainstorm.