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A cloud called boredom

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posted on Jun, 23 2015 @ 03:04 AM
As we look deeper in to the meaning or the reality we live in, its not surprising to me the mess we can end in. Recently I decided to take a another look at boredom, not because I am bored. But because I became interested where boredom can lead a person. Here are my reflections and would be interested on reading some other views on the matter.Check out the video below also, plenty of insight in that one.

just another day
boredom a thing of the past
a programme that somehow
someone or something
managed to cast.
As it spread, in an attempt
to brake its invisible spell
we gave birth to hate
deception, division and war.
Even still we continued bored
and did our best, to fill that damned space
with drama and self created meaning.
building monuments, a way,
a mission we were all
destined to taste.
You are on this level
and must act accordingly.
This is the enemy, either your with us
or your not and you must face
the fate we dictated.
Until one day boredom was seen
and someone said
All those actions are just another
self created dream.
boredom a lie.
Being, the hidden truth.

Eliberocelta june 2015

posted on Jun, 23 2015 @ 03:18 AM
a reply to: ancientthunder

Boredom...yawn! Haha!

"Amongst the jackals, leopards, mongrels, apes,
Snakes, scorpions, vultures, that with hellish din,
Squeal, roar, writhe, gambol, crawl, with monstrous shapes,
In each man's foul menagerie of sin —

There's one more damned than all. He never gambols,
Nor crawls, nor roars, but, from the rest withdrawn,
Gladly of this whole earth would make a shambles
And swallow up existence with a yawn...

Boredom! He smokes his hookah, while he dreams
Of gibbets, weeping tears he cannot smother.
You know this dainty monster, too, it seems —
Hypocrite reader! — You! — My twin! — My brother!"

- Charles Baudelaire "Au Lecteur" poem.

I have a lot of time to kill. I feel boredom often. Boredom arises due to a perceived lack of stimulus. By Mr Spock's logic when this feeling arises it is time to go get stimulated. On that basis boredom is inspiration. It makes us do stuff. I get so bored that I learn to play instruments and all manner of interests to keep me from yawning. Picking up my guitar and mandolin stops me from going insane with boredom. Instead of being bored I have become an adept with these.

Use time constructively whatever it takes!

"One starts an action simply because one must do something" - TS Eliot.

Now that is reasoning I can do business with.

posted on Jun, 23 2015 @ 03:27 AM
a reply to: Revolution9
What a brilliant reply! all I can say is that within the word boredom is gold and perhaps as you say its reason for being, or trying to be. I take my hat off to the chairman of the board. haha

posted on Jun, 23 2015 @ 03:28 AM
a reply to: ancientthunder

Awww bless you kind Sir!

posted on Jun, 23 2015 @ 03:54 AM
a reply to: ancientthunder

I'm bored !

The attention seeking call of one

Unable to make their own fun.

Need to make noise ?

Just get it done ...

Extreme to be sure ...

Don't want to hear that word


No more ...

edit on 23-6-2015 by Timely because: (no reason given)

posted on Jun, 23 2015 @ 06:08 AM
Only boring people get bored.

The human imagination should always be able to fill the gaps.

posted on Jun, 24 2015 @ 03:20 AM
Boringness ? you gotta love it !

What is boringness ? lack of something to do ? or is that Loud voice in your head having a nap ? Lets call it "The Monkey"

in this story Boredness hits us as it sometimes do:

One Wednesday i got nothing to do, i was at home, there were noone arroud.
Having a free day, from work, everyBODY else were not there.

Wow a Free day i thought, isnt it nice. I could do this, i could do that.
But the Boredness came in, why ?, noone knows.

The seconds passed by with nothing to do.
The minutes passed by there was still nothing to do.
The Hours ...

Sitting there with my hands on my chin, my vision got blurred: i was daydreaming.

But now something was different, i heard sounds, beautifull sounds, almost like...

The Monkey: Hey man what are you doing.
I: Wait, there is a song.
The Monkey: Hey man I'M back wake up.
I: No i think i hear the Angels singing.
The Monkey:Angels? Hah! Hey look, we could go and jump arround, its cool.
I: this song is beautifull.
The Monkey: NoNo there are no Angels, Let's watch TV, there's Football on channel 4, just now.
I: hmm there is aswell a silent voice, telling me that there is no Death.
The Monkey: No death, HAHA everyBODY dies. Lets not wait for it. Switch The TV to channel 666 there are Naked Womans,
you love it. we love it, lets watch.
I: The silent voice tells me, i can have 1 girl, which will make me forget everything arround and make me happy in every way to the eternity.
The Monkey: What?? That is impossibile, You can trust no one.Lets go out and seek some real girls, maybe we can get 2 or 3 of them.
I: The silent voice Calls me Son. It calls me to Awake. it say i have all the Power to save the World.


As if The Monkey is trying to stops me from something, but what could that be ?

(this is obviously a fictional story, but they say, every story has a part of the truth. especialy if you listen to the silent voice.)

edit on 24/6/2015 by Hombre because: (no reason given)


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