once you master something it sort of sits in your mind like you have perpetually mastered it but in reality it constantly and repeatedly needs mastering to be mastered. just because you mastered something doesn't mean that you'll be able to master it again tomorrow or really ever again, it will constantly change and you will too and it doesn't mean that you or it will ever match up the same again, the moment has past and that is that. if you want to maintain mastership than you must continue to master, time and time again.

so with that said everyday is new and different and much more complex than you ever think it'll be. you don't know what will happen, you never could. you can try to predict. go ahead. try. i bet you'd've never guessed everything though. not every last detail. no. it just doesn't ever happen like that. it never has and it never will. no matter how masterfully you have mastered a day, the next will slap you in the face from the opposite side then you could have ever imagined.

carl thought he knew it all. and it all became very mundane. it was all the same to this man. day in and out. he lived everyday and same as well. said hi to the same people in the same manner as the day before and smiled the same. carl managed to smile the same, not less so, like some, who, over time would accumulate stuff and over time smiles would fad into jaded, curled lips. no. carl smiled the same and everyone assumed that day in and day out carl was well taken care of. that carl didn't need more love at all, that carl was just fine as is but what everyone else didn't know was that carl did need something. he needed love and friendship. carl was like a plant. he liked when people talked to him and breathed on him and said things. even things like, "gosh, it's a nice day out." to some that statement might seem like filler but for carl he appreciated the simplicity and liked thinking the thought. 'yes,' he thought, 'it is a nice day, isn't it?' and so he went with his routines and such.