I have a friend, really I do, that has one of the most uninspiring, soul drain, passion killing habits that I have ever seen. This friend packs his lunch everyday. No, that’s not the U.S.D.P.K part of it all. He packs his lunch on a Sunday night for the week, and every sandwich is the same. He has Devon (yuck) with tomato sauce. Every. Single. Day.

1. What Kills our Passion?<br />I have a friend, really I do, that has one of the most uninspiring, soul drain, passion killing habits that I have ever seen. This friend packs his lunch everyday. No, that’s not the U.S.D.P.K part of it all. He packs his lunch on a Sunday night for the week, and every sandwich is the same. He has Devon (yuck) with tomato sauce. Every. Single. Day. <br />Oh my God. I mean, I hate Devon, especially the old party favourite of Devon wrapped around cold mashed potato (oh yes that was the FANCY treat of the 70’s). But that’s not the main point either. It’s the fact that his lunch is so, well, boring. <br />I hate to see he is what he is like in the rest of his life. What’s he day like? What’s his entertainment like. What’s he like in bed? Well maybe I don’t want to know that last one. I just don’t understand how anybody can be like that. How can anybody be so repetitive? How can anybody be so repetitive? <br />You see, it’s the boring, mundane, repetitive stuff in life that kills out passion. How can we be expected to love, or hate, if we are just bored with the world? We see the same people every day, we do the same things, we eat the same food, and we just get dull.<br />You think about when you first meet somebody new that you like, really like. You feel alive, your heart races, you want to be with them, do new thing together and go new place. It’s great. That new love gets you living again. <br />But after a couple of years, you get tired of the same old jokes, the snoring, the picking of the nose, the butt scratching and all the bad habits. Work, debts and the demands of the kids stops you from being inventive. You fall into a routine, and before you know it Romeo is gone and all that is left is Homer Simpson.<br />Life gets so dull that while you stop putting out the love, you can’t even care about the injustices of the world anymore either. Who cares if Kev and Jules’s have a fight and someone stabbed someone in the back. You don’t care about the Gulf and the sick birdies; you just want to know that you can still fill your car up liquefied dinosaurs. <br />The only thing that you have left with passion is a small seedy fruit that goes well on ice-cream. And the major problem for most people is that they don’t even know that this has happened to their lives. They are so uninterested in what is going on in their lives; they can’t even tell that they are drowning in dreariness. <br />Think about this. When was the last time you went on holidays and got away from the routine? When was the last time you went out to dinner somewhere different? When was the last time you went to a party and you all through your keys into a bowl? Went was the last time you did something new. And by new I don’t mean swapping Devon for Empire Meat. <br />Break of the shackles of the routine. Throw of the chains of boredom. Pick out a new set of keys. But for heaven’s sake, do something different. Take a chance, do a dance or find a new romance. But be different. <br />You will be happier, and you will be living a better life. <br />Terry Shadwell<br />P.S. My keys have a pink bunny on them. <br /> <br />