The Virtues of Boredom and Living the Good Life.
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I wish this moment could last forever
Right now
Floating
Carefree
And dare I say it...…happy
Maybe my flight home will get cancelled
And my lottery numbers will come up
You never know…
Ahhhhh…the good life
Far away
Where chaos
And that cloud of incessant noise
Become just a background murmur
Almost indistinguishable
From the sound of waves
Crashing below me
No obligations
No one to report to
No due dates
Or bills
No awkward conversations
Or solutions to find
To the imperfect puzzles
Of my every day
Simple
Perfect
So far away
Not even my memories
Can find me
So far away that if I look back and squint
I only see an abstract flow
Of shapes and colors
I mean…It’s just time and money, right?
Or is it?
How would it feel
To feel like this forever?
After I was all lunched out
Shopped upSlept in
And ratcheted down?
Would I get restless
With nothing to do?
And nowhere to go?
With no mark to make
And nothing to show?
If I tell myself the truth
Which I don't always do
The answer is “yes.”
It’s true
I’d get restless
Relief is beautiful
And necessary
But it’s not a lifestyle
It’s a plateau
A rest
Before the next push
Into something better
Deeper
More exciting
And more interesting
Don’t get me wrong
Having nothing to do has its merits
As a kid, most of my best ideas
Were born of boredom
I had to call on my imagination
To keep me from pulling my hair out
I’m not bored enough as an adult
I want nothing to do
At least for awhile
But eventually I'll want
To get moving
Because I’m old enough to know
I won’t be alive all that long
And there's so much to do
That’s not morose
It’s reality
Time passes fast
This will all be over soon
Whether I want it to or not
And there’s enough good here
That I want to be here
As long as I can
I don’t want to waste it
So if I tell myself the truth
Which I don’t always do
I guess I don’t want this minute
To last forever
This moment of respite is enough
Funny thing about moments
I want some to come
And stay forever
Others don’t seem to pass fast enough
The funnier thing is
When it comes to time
I’m irrelevant
It doesn’t care what I want
Every moment goes away
In exactly the same amount of time
No matter how I treat it