One of my favorite movies is the Bill Murray classic, Groundhog Day. The main difference between my life and the character Bill Murray portrays is that, I will never learn why I am doing what I do. I think about it every morning, every morning when I walk into the door at work. I walk in the same door, every morning at the same time, every morning day after day after day. It never seems to end. The smell, the sights, the reflection of the sun through the windows, the same mental process each and every time.

Every time I walk in the building, it seems as if I just did it and for some sick twisted reason, it is happening again. Then, naturally, I then begin to wonder the purpose of this action every day.

Where is it leading me?

Why is this happening again?

Isn't there more to life than doing this every day?

Who designed all of this?

Who thought up this routine of working as a purpose for life?

Who?

What??

Why???

Someone please make sense of all of it for me, I can't. There has to be more.