Perhaps it's middle-age crisis speaking, or perhaps I am no longer as young and fearless anymore. No longer as adventurous, my body isn't as great as it use to be, and my spirit is dampened from work; seeking solace over weekends or quiet nights hunching over a book or huddling under my sheets watching Netflix.

I guess... at the end of everything, I do prefer some sort of stability, and mundane. And understanding this mundane is nothing special, nothing magical, afterall.