Boredom

I lay here in boredom. I agree to change the world around me. I agree to make things happen. I lay here in boredom.

Frankly, sleep is too vivid to desire these days. I dread the upcoming 4 weeks. The intensity of my life will increase, but my body, mind, and soul will not be satisfied.

The life I want is the life I need? Struggle, continuing struggle, with what makes a person happy & healthy. I walk around with knots, daily, in wonderment. Am I doing the right thing? Am I able to be happy here, now, with all of this?

Spoiled, that's how I feel. I never needed much in life. I may have just about everything, yet, I still feel a void, and worse yet I feel a guilt for having that void. Volumes, we speak in volumes.

What is the mission here? What is there to loose? What balance do we consider and is it a reasonable one? Write it down, I tell my self to write it down, because maybe I will move on faster. I've been writing as long as I can remember, but the thoughts just keep coming.

Contemplate everything. Never allow the brain to waste. Pleasuring all your senses with a glance and a brutally sincere reaction.

Profound, no. Boredom, yes. Paint, Photos, thiiiiiings. TRAVEL! Profound is not happening, just boredom, tonight.