Sometimes things are just like this, this way that you accept it like it’s the normal way, because it’s the normal way, it seems right, like how a duckling would see the first somebody as its mother, and follow it with its instincts.

Sometimes, things are just like this.

He is so used to the daily routines, he failed to notice how he strayed from the usual route into a place he's never explored, a secret pathway in the mundane track.