Sunday, February 1, 2009

On Boredom

My dad always used to say that i should thank God for the blessings he's given me and the opportunity i have to be bored. I usually scoff, roll my eyes, or mutter something about why he keeps using Arabic Proverbs. This is just to spite him. I actually agree with him, and alot of what I do everyday comes with this type of mindset of "being bored is being lucky", and hours you spend "killing" time could be hours spent towards something productive.

Back in the day. Way back when. People had their life's decided at birth, work didn't come in shifts, and the clock was the sun. the public was far to busy, to overworked to be bored. A moment of stillness is a precious moment that they could not afford to notice, but to seize with a swing of a tiller, or savor with a last chop of the wood.

Boredom is leisure, stop complaining.

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