Bored. What an uninteresting word for an absence of feeling. Of emotion. And yet, we all feel it constantly.In the world we live in, where our attention has to be grabbed in three seconds and held for fifteen, till the advertisement were being pushed is finished telling us why we need product so badly, before we move onto a video about how much our life sucks compared to someone else's, or a conspiracy about how we're all Dolphins living in the Matrix, bored has become all too common place.This goes for our friendships. Our jobs. Our relationship.I'm often worried I'm bored of someone or something so quickly, that I never live in the moment enough. That I'm too eager to look to what's next. Who's next. Whose turn is it?So wistfully looking forward to the future, at the detriment of not living in the now, bored has become an unhealthy daydreamer. Bored encourages me to look beyond the incredible life I have, to dream of more. To dream of others. To make me curious, optimistic, excited for realities that are merely a fantasy dreamt up by daydreamer struggling to shake his boredom.Bored is toxic, he strives for something new, someone else, someplace different, unique or exotic enough that the sense of boredom would subside (hypothetically and potentially) for a period of time, until that environment, person or engagement in activity lost its newfound luster and also became greyed and dull by the bored.
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Poems of a Broken Man
PoetryHere you will find short examples of poetry, from me, a broken man. I'm not as broken as others, but as a writer, one of the most creative and vulnerable things you can be is broken. If you have one take away from these, please make it this; Check u...
