I’m not taking shots at anyone in particular here.

Who am I to judge?

I spend most of my day writing and doing a lot of the same stuff these people do.

But one question keeps finding its way into my mind:

Where’s the excitement?

I have nothing against routines.

Our brains are wired for them.

But I’d be lying if at times it doesn’t become boring.

I don’t think anyone wants to do the same things every single day.

Regardless of the results these their routine brings.

Even if you’re making millions of dollars.

Even if you’re growing on social media and absolutely dominating.

Even if you’re getting big in the gym.

There’s always a voice inside of you that’s asking for more.

At least that’s the case in my experienced.

Maybe there are some people who are totally cool with boring, predictable routines that get them tremendous results.

Perhaps these people have self-actualised to the point where they no longer need any new experiences to feel fulfilled.

They’ve found exactly what they’re supposed to be doing with their time and won’t waste a second on anything else.

I’m not like this.

I want more.

More experiences.

More memories.

More stories.

More skills.

More money.

You name it, I want it.

And I doubt that will ever stop.

Whenever I see these routine videos on YouTube (which isn’t often), I cringe.

This is what people are doing to get ahead of me?

This is their secret to success?

Give me a break.

I’m going to find my way.

I’m not a moron.

It’s obvious that following someone else’s routine won’t yield to the same results.

The people who have developed these routines are perfect for them personally. 

No one else.

By sharing it with the world, they’re merely letting you know what worked for them.

Not what’s going to work for you.

Either way, I don’t want a predictable routine.

I see what it entails and become frightened.

My dad has a set routine.

It’s almost as if he goes through life on autopilot.

He doesn’t have a timetable.

But you’re able to predict exactly what he’s going to do with pin-point accuracy.

Every single day.

Nothing ever changes.

As much as I love my dad, I don’t want to live like that.

And as much as I admire some of these successful YouTubers who share their routines, none of them are what I want my life to be like either.

The solution is simple:

I have to find and develop my own.

Admittedly, this could be a futile attempt.

Humans need some sort of predictability in order to survive.

But I think people take this to the nth degree.

I don’t know about you, but the best moments of my life haven’t been planned.

They’ve been spontaneous.

Moments where serendipity was able to find its way into my life and make the experience of life a lot more vibrant.

Serendipity isn’t something that can be planned for.

It just happens.

Much like life.

You didn’t choose to be here.

It just happened.

Could this be a sign?

A sign that chasing the perfect routine is a complete waste of time.

A sign that by trying to rigorously plan each and everyday, you’re going against the nature of life itself.

I don’t have the answers.

I’m just an observer who is recounting my own experiences.

My best friends weren’t assigned to me.

I bumped into them by chance.

My romantic lovers weren’t planned for.

They were just in the right place at the right time.

Every night where I didn’t have a plan, ended up becoming the most memorable nights of my life.

All of this could be coincidental.

But I doubt it.

By trying to instil order on the world, you’re going against it’s natural state:

Chaos.

Am I telling you to turn your life into a living hell?

Of course not.

Rigorous routines work.

But so does dipping your toe into chaos.

Many artists are not schedule junkies.

Their lives are often chaotic and short-lived.

Some may say that’s tragic, but I implore you to consider whether they wanted a long and healthy life.

People like Jimi Hendrix and David Bowie weren’t meant to reach old age.

If they had, they wouldn’t have created the things they did.

It’s funny.

Many will degrade artists for being degenerates and condemn their way of living.

“That’s no way to live” they say.

And yet, I’d argue that by indulging in daily chaos, the artist who dies young is

living more than the man with a strict daily routine who lives to be 100.

The man who lives to be 100 is doing everything in his power to restrain the chaotic forces of life.

While the artist who doesn’t care about death is allowing the waves of life to wash over him, resisting nothing.

So while Jimi Hendrix died at the ripe age of 27, he clearly did more living than most people who reach the age of 80.

I’m not saying whether this is “good” or “bad”.

It’s just a fact.

How many people reach the age of 80 and have the same life experiences of Jimi Hendrix?

Barely any.

Hendrix was in the air force, jumping out of planes.

He moved to London when he was just 24 years old.

And within 3 years had become the greatest rock guitar player to ever live.

By the time he died, the experiences he had would have been enough to fill multiple mundane lifetimes.

Was Hendrix’s life desirable?

Not necessarily.

It was chaotic.

But it was exactly how he was supposed to enter the world and leave it.

There is no purpose behind this article.

It’s just something I’ve been thinking about recently.

I had to get this off my chest and release it into cyberspace.

I’m not hating on you if you believe in rigorous routines.

And I’m not praising you for living a life of complete chaos.

I’m merely sharing what I fear as well as what I like.

The idea of a routine that’s completely predictable frightens me.

I don’t care if it can yield to unworldly riches and glamorous penthouses.

Becoming a programmable machine doesn’t appeal to me.

Being a human does.