Meaningless Days

When words fail to describe how I feel some times, I draw. What am I doing each day to make each day special? This is all me and has nothing to do with other people or my work or anything. I decide. So when I decide to wake up every morning, get ready for work, ride the train, work, lunch, work, snack, get off work, ride the train, come home, dinner, tv, internet, sleep. Then repeat and repeat and repeat. What I am doing to make a difference? Each day feels so meaningless. Meaningless Days