I have ritual.
I yearn for ritual.
I am unhappy with some of my rituals.
Rituals are very similar to habits. Both come in good and bad flavours. Habits form because we let them. Do something regularly and it will become a habit. Do something in response to something else and it will become a habit with a trigger. To change and break habits, do something else and respond in a different way. Like most things this is simple. However, it may not always be so easy to implement and achieve.
The land rises before me once again. This time it isn’t mountainous land, so I don’t need to detour. This land is hilly though. It will need an effort to traverse. The route will be similar every day, these are the Habitual Hills. The Habitual Hills can leave us feeling like we do the same thing every day. Up and down, reaching a height and then descending to the valley. We can let habits control us. We can climb the Habitual Hills day in and day out, going over the same ground. It is good here.
There are lows but there are also highs. We have a good view at times. We even feel like we are getting somewhere. We are happy – it is easy to forget the valley when it is so easy to climb and find the next high. I feel like I am confusing comfort with happiness as a I climb and descend each hill.
The high of the hill is short-lived. It brings the valley too, for without one you can’t have the other. Climb, then descend. Up, then down. Habit. Repeat.
There is so much more to see.
I must not stay in the Habitual Hills. There are greater rituals and habits to form by travelling far and wide. This is not my permanent home.