Quantum Mechanics

It's 7:50 by my watch. The usual things have already been done the very usual way. Tea had and investments discussed. Newspapers sought and kept gleefully over the side table. Menu for breakfast fought over, decided, then changed, decided, fought over, decided, changed , decided. Playlists pondered upon punctiliously,and put on hold. Blankets folded inside out. Milk bought and kept in the kitchen. Spectacles cleaned and looked into. Sounds irritatingly mechanical, doesn't it?

I think , it's just cliche to abstain from a mechanical way of life. It's probably not the 'cooler' spontaneous way of living, isn't it? The only quote that strikes my mechanical senses right now is that "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder". When I look at my life with an eye of scrutiny , holding more than just a magnifying glass, I find beauty in this mechanical living. No, I'm not saying it to justify anything. What do I have to prove to you, but my stupidity? and this instant, I don't care if I manage to too. 

While the world perceives this sub-conscious affinity for an order to be a personality trait, and definitely not a good one at that, I think I see it as if each day is a new play in the same theater. How do you draw parallels, if the theater keeps changing? In other words, how do you get to know if the day was good or bad, if there isn't an underlying benchmark of sorts. 

It might be that you haven't realized, but you were swear by a mechanism too, you just don't know it as yet.The maggi you had every time you were up till four . The decent cup of tea, every time you needed a break. That one mechanical phone call to a friend, just to know if he/she still existed. It's all so , for the dearth of another word, mechanical.

If only you could get when I say : There is beauty in order, a beauty in mechanical life. Why? I don't know. Reminds me of another quote: " Beauty is in what cannot be defined."