Make Way Through the World

Get up, go to work, go home, go to bed.  

Get up, go to work, go home, go to bed.  

Get up, go to work, go home, go to bed. 

Get up, go to work, go home, go to bed. 

Get up, go to work, go home, go to bed.  

Rinse and repeat.  

The alarm clock blares its morning melody. Another day begins in the endless loop of routine. Get up, go to work, return home, sleep. It’s a rhythm that has become all too familiar, a cycle that seems to stretch on indefinitely.

Inside the monotony, a voice breaks through the silence of the morning. “Good morning”, says a voice from behind, pulling me reluctantly from the grasp of sleep. “Morning” I reply without turning. My mind was still heavy with the remnants of dreams.

With eyes still heavy with sleep, I stumble into the kitchen, the aroma of coffee igniting no sense of excitement. The overcast sky outside mirrors the gloom that hangs over my thoughts.

As I make my way to the office, I exchange obligatory greetings with my coworkers, each of us lost in our own thoughts. The chirping of phones and the buzz of fluorescent lights serve as a constant reminder of the world we inhabit—one of cubicles and deadlines, a world that seems to suffocate rather than inspire.

In the conference room, the morning meeting unfolds like a well-rehearsed play, each manager clutching their coffee as if it were a lifeline. The discussion, filled with technical jargon and corporate buzzwords, feels detached from reality.

As the meeting drones on, a sense of existential dread washes over me. What is the purpose of all this? Why do we spend our days immersed in trivialities, chasing after goals that seem meaningless in the grand scheme of things?

Outside the window, a bird streaks by, offering a brief moment of freedom amidst the confines of the corporate world. In that fleeting moment, I find myself yearning for something more, something beyond the confines of my cubicle.

As the meeting draws to a close, a sense of disillusionment settles over me. I realize that I’ve become just another cog in the machine, a slave to routine and conformity. But deep within me stirs a desire for something greater, a longing for purpose and meaning.

With each passing moment, the realization dawns on me: I have the power to break free from the chains of routine, to forge my own path in life. And so, with newfound resolve, I make a decision. No longer will I be content to simply exist—I will embrace the chaos of life and carve out my own destiny.

As I step out of the office and into the world beyond, a sense of liberation washes over me. The possibilities are endless, the future uncertain yet filled with promise. And so, with a renewed sense of purpose, I’m ready to embark on a journey of self-discovery, ready to embrace whatever challenges lie ahead.

I close my eyes and start the count.  

One, 

two, 

three. 

I stand, but only in my mind.   

I turn and walk, but only in my mind,   

I open my eyes and sit on the grass.   

I am no better than them.  

I too conform.  

I too, am a coward.  

I too have bills and interest to pay. 

I too dream, but don’t have the balls to take action.   

Why?  

Because I’m scared.

Way Past Tipsy - ran kime

Read “Make Way Through the World” and other stories by Ran Kime in the collection Way Past Tipsy & Other Silent Cries for Help

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Ran Kime, a writer, poet, musician and recluse from New Hampshire, crafts abstract stories, flash fiction & poetry that probe the psyche. His collections include “Spectre of the Brocken: Halo for the observer” and “Way Past Tipsy & Other Silent Cries for Help”.