My dear friend reminded me of this excerpt from Chesterton after my evening ride:

“The sun rises every morning. I do not rise every morning.

The sun’s routine might be due, not to a lifelessness, but to a rush of life. 

The thing I mean can be seen, for instance, in children, when they find some game or joke that they especially enjoy. A child kicks his/her legs rhythmically through an excess, (not absence) of life. 

Because children have abounding vitality, they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. 

They always say "Do it again", and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. 

But God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, "Do it again" to the sun; and every evening, "Do it again" to the moon.”

My question to myself, and maybe you: can I be excited at monotony? 

Can I re-learn that child-like excess of life? 

Can I never get tired of repetition, starting with sunsets and brushing my teeth?

Good night.