needless fear and sorrow

So the spring has come. But inside me there is this prevailing sense of irritating repetitiveness. Every week consists in fulfilling the same responsibilities. Friends of mine put content I already know into familiar words – which evokes my most predictable reactions. The same stimuli bring me down and I resort to the same measures to raise my spirits. And although I remember Szymborska's "Nothing Twice" lesson, I still can't resist the impression I know pretty well where I'm going to be tomorrow at a given time. Almost no margin for error.
Serenity is precious.
But boredom proves exhausting.