Older, but no wiser

Nearly October already; where did the year go? Days follow their familiar pattern, each weekday punctuated by the same routine as every other weekday, the colours of each weekend looking like those of every other weekend, the cycle of monthly work activity endlessly repeating.

No real variety; the content may vary a little but the structure remains the same. Time, space, and consciousness too it seems, all locked into their set patterns, as predictable as the sun and the seasons.

I barely notice the years passing; just the continual stream of days, weeks and months. One day I’ll wake up, find I’m old, and wonder where the years went.