It's easy falling in to a cynical pattern, harboring what has not been processed, talking the same talk like some sort of tiresome ritual. The deeper you fall, the more you loose sight of the way out. It's almost like you reach your arms as far as possible to the way out, wanting something different than now; but, alas.
When I find myself in these times, I tend to follow with stress of having to get out of this funk and get in to my intention of life, my san culpa - happiness & joy, when really, all I am doing is resisting. It is like a mathematical equation. It's a matter of applying the right value to make the function work. You apply one, it doesn't work. You apply another, and so on; until you find something that works. And, maybe sometimes that means finding a new ritual with a bigger purpose, a bigger value.
This could quite literally be your vehicle to the way out. It is in this journey you must leave behind the space of cynicism, towards the way out. Otherwise if you didn't let go, you'd simply stay in that space, resisting the way out.