There have been times in my life where I’ve felt stuck in the rat race, constrained by the looming walls of societal demands and capitalism. Times where the days seem to blur together and you realise all you’re doing is what’s necessary, and you find yourself wondering if this is really how you’re meant to be spending your time. It feels like wasting your life away. I felt that during a long stint of unemployment, constrained by the need for money just to survive and the pressure that puts you under. And lately I’ve started feeling that way again - eat, sleep, work, repeat. Every day is exactly the same, Monday blurs into Friday and before you know it it’s Monday again.
The difference, I think, is that now I’ve tasted that on both sides of the fence. It might not be a particularly nice feeling, but it’s worth questioning whether fighting for something else is worthwhile or even valid. Realistically I’m coming to think that, no matter what hand life deals you, no matter how well you’re doing in life or how much you’re struggling, the days are going to blur together. Even if you spend every day doing something you enjoy, even if you don’t have to work for your money, even if you have the freedom of choice over your entire routine - there will still naturally be a routine. In fact, to compose a life utterly devoid of routine I think would be somewhat disorienting. I don’t think it’s the green pastures it appears to be. Ultimately I think this feeling is a natural consequence of having some sort of routine.
Perhaps there is something to be said there for holding some kind of balance between routine and novelty, and I definitely think that’s a potentially very rewarding goal - one undoubtedly restricted by the confines of financial situation. So I’m not saying this dreaded feeling of wasted days isn’t pushing towards something valuable; I just don’t think it warrants the extreme pivot that it seems to point towards.
One thing worth pushing on though: novelty has a limit and a cost. Coming up with new things to do every day, in a way that breaks the routine meaningfully, requires time and energy thinking of ideas and planning them out. At some point that organisation itself becomes part of your routine. And there’s only so many novel things you can do before you start spending silly money. Even if you held a hundred things in rotation, they would naturally organise into a routine anyway - beach, hike, paint, write, visit X, visit Y, … some day coming back round to beach, hike, paint. Even if you randomise it, it’s still locking you into a strict schedule with no room for choice. Yet if you leave it up to choice - the most rewarding option - then no doubt the options will be far smaller, and no doubt many days will be spent doing not very much, or hyperfixating on one particular hobby.
The bottom line is: the feeling of routine is inevitable. Days blurring together is inevitable. Translating those feelings into the conclusion that you’re wasting your life, however, is not a logical one. In every possible scenario, a balance must be struck between routine and novelty - optimising for mental health lands you somewhere in the middle, ultimately choosing the optimum trade-off of blurred days and disorientation, neither of which are good. Either way, that feeling of routine is unavoidable. No matter your lifestyle or circumstance, this is just what life is. What matters, therefore, isn’t aiming to escape the rat race, but to focus small amounts of time on something that gives you a feeling of enjoyment or achievement. Life cannot be perfect, but understanding what life is - and what it isn’t - is an important step in finding a good balance.