Feeling like that half a second breath you steal just before the unforgiving current of the sea pulls you under to your death.
Take a second from your routine to wonder – why the hell do you keep doing this? Is it what you want? Is this what you need? Will you die without it? Is there a real answer to routines and are the answers really legit? Or just lies you use to console yourself to get through the day?
Brush it off and then go on with your work.
Oblivious to the sound of crashing thunder.
Warning you of an impending storm.