Repetition

Maybe it's an impetuous and immature part of youth, seeking to break the reoccurring patterns or deviate from the norm and introduce novelties at any opportunity. I think that what is simple is often what is most deeply profound - and honestly, it is what we need most and don't look to with respect. To arise each morning with breath still moving in and out of our chest cavity, to find the sun has arisen with us, to heal from the daylight in sleep after the ever consistent onset of night, to see the moon rise and keep guard over us when the dark does come. We expect this, we wouldn't wish it broken. I want to be an old soul on the porch of life here, one whose heart is contented by the staccato of what must always reoccur:

Psalm One hundred and thirty-six.

This is the fabric under our feet, the morality that rocks us in its back-and-forth like a mama and her wicker-back chair.