I do not understand Boredom
I just don’t. It’s one of those mysterious phenomena which my faculty feels handicapped in comprehending. I see many people deal with, but don’t understand how they do it. I hear people complain about it daily, but don’t understand their language. I read about people dealing with it, but don’t understand their words. I listen to people talk about it, but don’t understand how i can be part of that conversation.
Yep, i do not understand boredom.
Not when we have a cosmos, alive, thriving and expanding each second.
Not when each moment comes entrapped with the potential of doing something not attempted before or reattempting the old, differently.
Not when each of you who’s reading this has access to the demi-god called Google.
Not when at least one of your five senses are functional and allows you to interact with the world around you.
Not when each second at least one new life, a new story begins somewhere on the globe.
Not when we are still discovering new species, new lands and new skills.
Not when just one musical instrument demands a lifetime to be mastered and still need more time.
Not when some researchers tells us that we use less than 10% of our brain’s original capacity.
Not when a butterfly’s flapping of its beautifully intricate wings causes a violent hurricane thousands of miles, many weeks away.
Not when each kid knows that her mother’s kitchen is a private, fun, chemistry lab.
Not when there are ten different roads you can take to reach your office.
Not when our wardrobes hold clothing for more than one type of season.
Not when we live in a galaxy so vast that our brain will burst at its seams trying to envision its expanse.
Not when i can hold a book in my hands, read it on my kindle, borrow it, lend it or pass it on.
Not when three colours can give birth to a million other colours and a zillion shades of those million.
Not when we are still asking “Why are we here?”
Not when i’m the owner of one of the most complex, ingenious and efficient collection of systems - my body.
Not when i can watch a scratchy video of the Wright Brothers when they first conquered the skies.
Not when a small box can capture light on a piece of paper permanently.
Not when i can make mistakes. Endlessly.
No, i do not understand boredom. Now, do you understand me?