When there’s no high nor low, and one just waltzes through the path that life dictates like a plane on ‘auto’.
It’s that point where even things that should normally interest you becomes routinely boring and each day feels like deja vu (vu vu vu for that matter).
When life becomes so scripted that your routine activities begin to happen at almost the same time daily.
That is not when we live but rather we simply just exist, for to live is to appreciate life. To pass through life, just as life passes through one.
When we can sense the minutest changes and adjust appropriately to them in contrast to missing the big changes with our eyes wide open and then be swept away by them.
Heraclitus, the renowned ancient Greek philosopher must have had this situation in mind when he stated in one of his many parchments that ‘To do the same thing over and over again is not only boredom: it is to be controlled by rather than to control what you do.’