Drugged to sleep by repetition of the diurnalround, the monotonous sorrow of the finite,within       I am awakerepairing in dirt the frayed immaculate threadforced by being to watch the birth of suns.

Maybe I should love someone mundane and let them bore me to death.

We’re so wrapped up with egotistical things, career, family, having enough money, meeting the mortgage, getting a new car, fixing the radiator when it breaks—we’re involved in trillions of little acts just to keep going. So we don’t get into the habit of standing back and looking at our lives and saying, Is this all? Is this all I want? Is something missing?

That which is worth telling is not worth having.

Magic : when you create something from the materials around you to astound and make the audience say 'Wow.' Magic happens on mundane days. It happens when you least expect it. It brings a spark to our drab and monotonous days.

Perception is to be blamed. It, if given due attention, keeps changing.

Books bring alluring colors to our mundane black and white world.

Play with your ideals and laugh at the limitations of your mundane life.

Sometimes we all get dusty by a few mundane and tiring affairs—and merely need a gentle soul wash to see, and get deeply entangled with, the fervors of life again.

Someone put opera on inside the house. Someone changed it to hip-hop, thank God. Someone started a shower. Someone vacuumed. Again.Life. In all its mundane majesty.And you couldn't take advantage of it if you were sitting on your ass in the shadows... Whether it was in actuality, or metaphorically because you were trapped in an attic's darkness.