Habits are stressful.

Habits.

They’re like the gentle rhythm of life.

They are like the steady beat that moves us toward our desired aspirations.

I would describe them as the quiet allies that help us conquer our goals, be it staying fit, attending school, or clasping the call of our imaginative souls.

And oh, how they can be marvelous, those habits. They give us structure, purpose, and a sense of accomplishment.

Yet, there are moments when the pursuit of these habits can feel like a brutal battle.

The path we’ve chosen can sometimes wind its way through the toughest terrains of our sentiments.

Even though we may have good intentions, it can drain our energy, leaving us feeling exhausted and lost, as if we’re chasing shadows in the dark.

As we journey on, we feel a bittersweet ache for the spontaneous joys we may be missing out on.

The laughter of friends, late-night dinners filled with stories, dancing under the stars, and the pull of unknown adventures that seem to call out from the edges of our disciplined lives.