Day #273

Too much reading at night leads me to things like this:

In its essence life is monotonous. Happiness therefore depends on a reasonably thorough adaptation to life’s monotony. By making ourselves monotonous, we make ourselves equal to life. Thus we live to the full. And living to the full is to be happy.

Not that I mind it all that much, really.

Heck, you could even say that I enjoy it, somehow.

Day after day after day...