The Joy of Monotony

The bell rings at the same hour.
The prayers are said in the same chapel.
The meals are taken at the same table.
The schedule repeats itself like an old song.

Familiar, predictable, seemingly unchanging.

But within this rhythm, I have found a secret:
Monotony is not emptiness; it is hidden music.

At first, it seemed dull; a routine carved in stone.
But now, I see it as a dance, where every step is grace.
The early morning silence, once heavy with sleep,
Now hums with the quiet whisper of God.
The daily tasks, once mere duties,
Now shimmer with unseen holiness.

Life does not always need to be extraordinary to be beautiful.
A river does not need new paths to remain majestic;
It finds greatness in flowing the same course,
Carving depth, shaping the land, giving life.
And so does a life lived in faithfulness.

The world chases novelty, restless for the next thrill,
Yet peace is found in repetition,
For in doing the same thing with love,
It stops being ‘the same thing.’
It becomes an offering.
It becomes prayer.

A seed buried in the earth does not complain of monotony –
It waits.
It allows the quiet work of growth.
And one day, it breaks forth, blooming,
A testimony that consistency is not captivity, but creation.

So I embrace this rhythm,
This daily cycle that does not change—
Not because I am trapped in it,
But because I have learned to see the divine within it.*m

And in that, I have found joy.