boring thoughts on a boring Sunday

How do you get away from a boring life?

Everyday you wake up in the morning you grab a mug and pour out a coffee from the pot. Get dressed, and walk towards a bound direction. Time and place are like a one-way street that you pass by every now and then not by choice but by certain obligation. You sit on a chair and stare at the clock until your eyes sore. Then, when everyone seems ready with their backpacks, you’ll pour out the last coffee of the day and head towards that same road again. You talk in your sleep and wish life could be a little different just for once. Then you wake up at exactly the same position as the first time you sleep.

Life is a big redundancy of what you make it.

It happens without you being fully aware of the time and days that passed by. It’s as if months have already passed when in reality, it has only been days. You live, merely for living…merely for breathing.

For me, life could mean two things for people: a vibrator or a time bomb. Both concepts center on time as a major element but function on the opposite side of the leverage. The first one sees life as a constant prodder—both acting as a regulator and energy booster. There’s no room for limp soul only those who wish to contend and be contended with. Meanwhile, for those who see life as a time bomb, everything swirls up and readily be blown away when you least expected it.

Boredom. World weariness. Monotony. Whichever way we want to describe it, only one thing remains… we all go through it at one point in time. It’s like a sudden gush of wind, we don’t see it coming but we feel it. We can’t prepare ourselves for it, but we have no choice but to face it. And when it’s there, it confronts us with fierce.

Everyone is a bore to someone. But that’s beside the point. The thing to avoid is being a bore to oneself.