old habits die hard (or do they die at all?)

it's funny how routines can creep into our lives in such a seamless matter. weeks, months and even years can go by, and we keep doing the same things unable to notice how dependant we are on them. i mean, dependant is not the right word - it's not like an addiction, like i'm addicted to nicotine, for example. it's an habit, more than a hobby, something we enjoy doing and therefore we keep doing it.

they are different from addictions because we can easily survive without them. there is no biological, mental or emotional craving: we did something, but we do it no more. and yet we can't help but feel that something has changed. we miss doing it. and sometimes all that what we need to get back to those old habits is a little encouragement, a brand new perspective, a little fire that can spark our enthusiasm again.