I've been watching them for several days now,

this blind man and his beautiful guide dog who I see outside my window,

taking breaks at the little plantation patch of green every now and then.

I can't help but think

how routined their lives must be;

the dog lives to serve it's owner,

the man in his darkness patiently waits throughout the 5 minutes the pet is released to run around and do his own thing.

Seeing how neither of them really have the life choice of not doing things routinely,

I will try and think twice before I next complain about how boring my life is.

And instead, maybe use the time to make it less so.

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