Thoughts on Repetition

I was driving home from work the other day down Southfield; it was around 5:20. I was stopped at a red light, and I found myself looking around at all of the cars in line at the light. I think it was a Tuesday. My mind started to wander as I thought about where all of these cars were going. As they all poured into the neighborhood, I wondered if most of them were coming home from work like I was. How many of them do this every day? What were they going home to? An empty house? A husband? A wife? A new baby? Dogs or cats? Then I wondered if they were Monday-Friday 8-5 workers like myself. Maybe this was their last day at their jobs; maybe they start vacation tomorrow and are so excited to get home and start the vacation early. Then I started to think about how every week day, during this time, this road sees the same procession of cars, out at 7:30 AM and back in at 5:30 PM. Don't they get tired of doing the same thing EVERY DAY of their lives? Don't they get tired of coming home for five days straight to stand in front of a stove, cook a hot dog dinner, and spend a precious few hours with their children? Only to wake up and start the process all over again? It started to sink in that in just a few short months, I'll join this group. How exciting.