Our lives are dictated by silly, nonsensical routines that we hate passionately but without them we feel that there is no meaning to our existence. Routines take up time, energy and effort…the most powerful muscle in our body finds a convenient short cut by programming all our days on repeat mode just so he can lie on a beach chair and sip margaritas. It’s true…we all hate our routines and would love to stay curled up in bed with the curtains drawn. But we still join the rat race…running after one thing or the other…standardizing the events in a day just like the operations in a mechanized factory. At lunches, dinners, parties, social events we complain about how busy and boring life is….we dream about vacations in places blooming with untouched nature. We fool ourselves with consolations that this weekend I’ll be crazy and do what I feel like not what SHOULD be done. We crave change and yet we resist it. As if the workings of this universe would falter if god forbid our routine alters. Why do we love our little comfort zones where things should only happen according to plan? What is outside our little schedules? What would happen if one day you decide to take a day off from LIFE? The idea of change is so thrilling in our minds but equally difficult to put into action. Is our coping mechanism worse than an old car that stalls and jerks?