boredom is a choice
With so many things to do, how could you ever be bored? You can write (your story, her story, his story, my story; Hey! Stick to the script, please), read (it's enticing, isn't it? A myriad of worlds at your fingertips, if you would only open your eyes), draw (your dreams, secrets, aspirations, fantasies--And this time, try using a color other than gray), talk ("...it out. It's healthy. I'm here." Serving bullshit with a fucking shovel), go for a run (away from here; It's toxic), watch (the world go by. What's there? I can't tell, please answer) a movie.
I could list on, but you get the point: The world (is a horrid place. You live in a time of chaos, so hide. We are stripping this Earth of everything she has to give but we look back now and simply turn our heads in shame. Open your eyes--you'll see the mindless wars before you) is a beautiful place. You live in a time of opportunity, so seize it. We are improving every day and we can look back now and see the amazing impact we've made. Open your eyes--you'll see the endless possibilities before you.
