Stuck in a rut of boring comforts ones that form a vicious cycle around themselves which usually culminate towards the end of a day by vegetating in front of the television are symptoms of life lived in urban isolation, one that we are all accustomed to especially when the zeal to break the monotony is at an all time low and this is by no means indicative of 'losing it' in fact if anything it's a causal effect of having 'found it'.
Sometimes also caused by immense peace or rationalization of surroundings so much so that the creative aspect of our brains takes a backseat and watch the world go by in slow-mo, refusing to emanate pearls of wisdom as it usually would, and of course this state also doesn't stay in stasis.
It changes with the weather, with a change in pace, with a change in scenery and sometimes even a good night sleep works well.
Something of an update that the body and mind go through, like the molting of a metaphysical skin, and status quo is its enemy, for it believes in remodeling, revamping, reinventing.
Hang in there, vegetate a bit more and it'll be alright.
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