"I would **** for a pause button."
He says as we lay together reflecting on our lives.
"Just to be able to take some time off,
evory day just feels the same and I'm drowning in it,"

and as much as I related,
as much as I would be tempted to push that button if given the chance,
I don't.

For our lives are made in the mundane,
our lives really exist between the extraordinary.
When we look back on our days once lived we don't long for the days of excitement,
though we may look back on them fondly,
we dream of our old patterns.

The days we knew what laid ahead,
the days that weave together into a tapestry of life.

The days we sat in class with notes,
and friends.

We truly exist,
and find ourselves,
in the routines,
that we build.

So please appreciate your richuals,
love your moments of calm,
revel in your hours of knowing where you are and who you're with,
for now it may seem eternal,
but even life itself is fleeting.