Mundanity, an Ode

it seems ridiculous, really. the things we choose to occupy our lives with. i could go on some tangential argument about how we as a people need to wake up and make our lives matter every single day to the utmost and full, but sitting around writing about it seems a bit counterproductive if not downright hypocritical, when the writer (in this case, me) does not live so also. and i can honestly say that i for one, do not live my life to the point where every single thing i do extremely matters. and i'm fine with that. i've settled into my life of relative mediocrity and will admit with aplomb- i rather enjoy it. i've decided to take my life in an altogether new direction, and find joy in the mundane and trivialities of living. while my personal jury has still not definitively concluded whether or not this is a turn for the worse, i can be certain that it is one thing- a turn. and if one can make rather sudden and startling turns in their psyche at an age where they should be more or less set in their ways, well... i find that to be interesting. and particularly trivial in the grand scope of our world.  and that brings me joy