the attack of 11:11

I need to make the comment be known that i still encounter 11:11 on a almost daily basis. This blog post was started at 2:22. I don't know what the crap is happening and I still don't know what it means. Does it mean that I look up daily around the eleventh minute of eleven o'clock and need to do something? Is my life a meaningless repetition of work, class, reading? I don't know what it all means. I don't think I am going to try to figure it out.

The pattern of also not living in fear is also following me. I only have so much time in my day and so little money in the ole bank account that repetition of what I eat, what I watch, and where I go seems to be limited to my apparent lack of imagination and ideas of what life can really show me.

I am trying to live outside of the box with my thinking but my life doesn't connect at the moment with the thoughts. I guess that is what happens when you are tied to something and the goal is to get the most knowledge out of the moment and forget to live life to the fullest.

I guess I need to ask myself do I like the repetition? I don't think so. But I know that I eat the same thing, go to the same places, not do anything out the ordinary, and then life repeats itself. Does this mean I am getting boring? Probably. Does this mean that I need to do something different? Probably. Does this show I can commit to something or am I committing to a boring reality?

Oh the questions. I think what I am waiting for is something to fall out of the sky to shake things up, and then I realize that the only way of shaking things up is, well, to either pick up the vacation snow globes and watch the snow fall onto the distant memories, or I can shake up my life and do something spontaneous.