It's just a washing machine

The humming of the bathroom light, the laundry going into rinse cycle. They are the choruses of life. They are the rhythms that sustains us, bind us, keep us subconsciously aware monotony abounds when nothing inside us feels normal anymore. Humming and swooshing goes on and on without our discretion, concern or involvement. Nobody asks the laundry to make a new noise or to improve its performance, to improvise. Nobody asks the bathroom light to hum harmoniously. we just hope all our machines work in the morning. But that humming so constant, so bland, so dependable, mimics the very livelihood we wish to emulate. Dependability, strength during turmoil. The ability to shoulder the burdens of others, consistently and without need for reprieve. It's just a washing machine but I'm jealous.