boredom

Taking a shower this morning, thing I've been doing for 35 years of life, I couldn't help but notice stuff inside the bathroom. I can mention each and every stuff there without see them, anyway I do the ritual for more than 10 years minus 17 months absence in the same bathroom. Then, popped up a word, the word, boredom.

Am I bored? If I am, of what then?
Of scaling the same route every morning of the day? I almost be able to drive from home to office with my eyes closed. I can picture each and everyone of damn potholes on the road, hell, I can even imagine and anticipate points of crowd arond every corner of the route. Yup, I can drive without using my brain, just mere animal instinct.
Of the same task for the last 7 years? Maybe so, I can not find the joy in my job these days. All is done automatically, without gusto, without interest, just for the sake of ending the mission.
Of life itself? No comment, really.

I guess I need to find something new, something to cheer my heart up. Something to make my life "alive". Something to pull two ends of curve in my mouth up, the thing I used to doing those days. By the way, one phrase knocked on my head, "Give your smile to a stranger at least once a day, maybe it is the only sunshine she/he sees today". How long have I lost contact with that sentence? too long, my moonlight. C'mon, sunshine, bring me my life back.