Boredom used to be unsettling. I now call it peace. The emotion I had for the feeling, boredom, was rather simple. Detest. Something along the way changed and looking back, I would still detest it back then. Reason? Hate, like detest, is useful an emotion. So boredom became a signal, not something to run from but one to be appreciated whenever it manifested.
Epiphany perhaps? It all hits in a moment. There’s too much going around. Everyone wants to be heard, adored and to some level worshiped. Those experiencing that call that high horse blessing, I call them charlatans. The false adoration becomes a drug like no other.
Part of the reason one would feel bored is simple; stimulant fade. The amount of input has dramatically gone up, our brains are ever busier. Content is crammed into numerous short format strategies because our attention span has gone to the pits. We cannot sit and do something for prolonged periods. However, we have become addicted to the inverse, consumption.
People start panicking if they are not physically close to some sort of stimulant. Audio, visual, sensory (touch, taste, feel) I mean; all of it. Sometimes, we have also become addicted to combining them for an even more detached feel to life. Some would faint if they ate food without watching or scrolling. It is as if we are collectively scared of what might be were we to experience our own thoughts.
Boredom, cures all. A hungry person cannot achieve true boredom. You need a certain level of comfort to experience proper boredom. Imagine having not a worry in the world whilst having nothing to do. You just are and completely out of it.
This becomes the first step to the cleanse. What now? You ask. Code. Was my answer. I just code. When happy, mad or in some unexplained euphoria, I’ll be looking for the next reason to code. Do I get bored? Sure! Not of myself, never! But I watch what I feel.
My purpose is simple, I code.