Monotony kills the human soul. It’s not quick death, but rather a slow, dull winding path to nothingness. Hours pass, then days, weeks. Months of sameness. Not to be confused with routine, monotony holds no silver lining, no half glass full saving grace. No, monotony tricks the soul into complacency, turns the would-be journey of life into a half-hearted humdrum existence. Sights, sounds, smells - they all slack, become sluggish. Atrophy of the human senses, the human soul.
If monotony kills the human soul, catching NC redfish on a Wednesday in mid-January damn sure saves it.