Just A[n Existential] Thought
I'm surprised that life doesn't offer more in the way of... novelty. ...Of variety. ...Of possibility.
It's like your walking down a path, and your treading in the footprints of the hundreds and thousands and millions of people who have walked down that same path. The Road Less Traveled is an illusion, to be sure.
I always imagined that my life would be Different. That I'd hack my way through the underbrush alone, off into unmapped terrain. But now. No matter which way I turn, there are those footprints into which I'm putting my own feet.
And after me will come hundreds and thousands and millions of more people, obliterating my footprints with their own.
There should be more in the way of option.