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In a post about the adaptability of our brains to change, Curt asks:
How much change do we bring into our lives, even in small, mundane ways, doing the little things differently?
Which got me thinking about the way I go about things in the last few months...
(Maybe) unconsiously I started to avoid regularity in my life. I never really liked the idea of 'fixed times' or
'regular shedule' very much. But over the last months this has somewhat expanded to a philosophy.
I started rejecting the idea of 'regular meal times' or even a 'normal' sleep/wake shedule. From somewhere came
the knowledge that 'five small meals spread regularly through the day' was as false as 'constant room tempreature
at 21°C all year through'.
What got us western people thinking that regularity or constance was the one-and-all holy grail and fountain of everlasting youth?
Now, I don't think constant rythms are all bad... like the daily rythm of day/night. But do observe: the natural rythms are not constant/neverchanging like our artificial shedules. Variations of weaher/climate and season change constantly. Seasons might be a constant rythm in themselves, but then those re-accuring periods are spread over a long period (a year)...
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