there is comfort in a routine. the notion of knowing, of what to expect and of what to do. structure seems to be the spin of our daily lives. sleeping in or skipping certain activities is a freedom provided within the knowledge of the structure. the daily routine gives me a sense of security. the sun rises and i can put my trust into this fact, and i start welcoming the new day with a set of activities. every day. all days. yet, there are times when i want to run away from all of that. routine can also create an enormous amount of frustration. routine can become an empty shell. Even routine needs input, needs new ideas and needs to be restructured and changed. routine can be like an old pair of shoes, tremendously comfortable but worn out and ready to be replaced. routine needs to support the zest of life. routine is not valuable unless it's power unfolds within a context. I guess routine could also be called a discipline - at least to some extent. 

the concept of acting in a certain rigorous way time and again, or of not acting at all. 

sometimes it's hard to understand the true meaning - or maybe even the blessing - of a daily routine. it takes nothing to destroy it. it takes a lot to build it up again. time weighs on all of it.